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Her heart is in her throat. How can this be happening?
It was supposed to be her. She's supposed to be the one paying for the price of the darkness in her soul. Not Robin, not Emma, her. Something has to be done to bring him back, to right this terrible wrong.
Then she looks at Emma, her eyes pleading. Despite the white dress, Regina knows that the darkness is slowly eating away at her soul. After all, isn't that what it did for Rumple? She's the only one who can fix this. "Please bring my thief back to me."