[It's days like this that Rapunzel fervently wishes that she wasn't so sheltered or even that her mother had at some point decided to have another baby, so that Rapunzel would at least have had someone to talk to and play with. She knows very little about social interactions and physical ones to boot, and...fighting physically with someone else is such a foreign concept to her she can't wrap her head around it.

Verbally, she's argued with her mother. But it's never, ever come to blows. Rapunzel has always, always bowed to her mother's will, because her mother was always right.

Or so she'd thought.]

O-oh...I'm sorry...

[She also knows next to nothing about death, besides that of maybe an insect, and at Kevas's gathering, she hadn't known how to act or what she was supposed to do there, either. Experiences - important life experiences that everyone else has had - rites of passage; eighteenth birthdays, the death of a puppy, falling down and getting hurt...?

She's never had that, and she wants, for once in her life...almost to feel some kind of physical pain just to know what it's like to feel, to really be alive instead of porcelain, like one of her dolls back in the tower.

Then she feels foolish, and banishes the thought. Her mother would be so disappointed if she even knew the thought had crossed Rapunzel's mind.]

But...

[She hesitated.]

Why...do they have to physically hit each other? Try to kill each other?