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[70ftandcounting]

[Rapunzel had spent the last few days trying her hardest to remember who she was, where she had come from, and why she was here - or even...where she was.

But now...

Now she remembered.

And she wished that she didn't.]

I....I remember. I remember everything.

[That's all she says and then the book is slammed shut. She's out in the orchard, sitting under a tree with her head in her hands, quietly crying.]

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[idkmybffcyclops]

[At first, Logan looks everywhere but at her. He should leave. She's stopped crying. But when he does look at her, he sighs a little. He's going to regret this isn't he?]

It's okay, Kid. Stop crying.

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[She's still sniffling, but the waterworks have mostly stopped.

...In surprise, really - because who is this person.]

I can't...help it.

[She DIED Logan, God.]

[idkmybffcyclops]

[Look, Logan doesn't know what to do with a hysterical teenager. Calm it down, Rapunzel. To help with this, Logan decides to change the subject.]

You got a name?

[70ftandcounting]

[She's trying, if only because you are...kind of scary.]

It's...it's Rapunzel. [She stared up at him with watery but curious eyes.]

What's yours?

[idkmybffcyclops]

Logan.

[Don't be afraid of the scary man. It's not like he has claws...oh wait.]

Where you from, Rapunzel?

[He'll just sit down here with her and hopefully he'll be a little less intimidating if he's on the same level as her.]

[70ftandcounting]

[Well, that's at least a little better. He's not towering over her anymore.]

I'm...[What do she doesn't even really know what her home is called.]

I live in the forest. Away from anything. It's...it's pretty.

[And she misses it and her mother and her eyes well up again because now she's thinking about her mother and Flynn and everything back home.]

[idkmybffcyclops]

[No. Nooooo. This is the opposite of what Logan was going for.]

Hey, don't start crying again.

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I'm sorry.

[She swallows - she can do this. She doesn't have to keep falling to pieces like this.]

It's just...I...I died. And I keep...I keep thinking about it.