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Rapunzel brings her hazelnut soup, but Mother Gothel doesn't touch it. It's salt in the wound and Mother Gothel always nurses her wounds in as obvious a manner as possible.
Today her hair is grey and crow's feet line her eyes. In a week, her organs will fail. She's never been more afraid of her mortality.
"I loved you very much," she says at last, reproachful.
Tears form in Rapunzel's eyes, and if Gothel had been able to consider anything other than her own hurt for one moment, she might have seen her daughter's. Rapunzel's answer is a whisper.
"I loved you more."
