Dilemma
From Ancient Greek δίλημμα: δι, coming from δύο, meaning "two" and λήμμα meaning "premise, anything received or taken" (double proposition)
"Do you think it's best if we go?"
"I really don't know."
"The last time we were there the Wicked Witch was the main threat. That won't be the case now."
"How can you be sure there won't be any other threats? It's the Evil Queen's castle we're talking about."
Roland sat inside the tent silently and listened to every word. The Merry Men thought he was asleep, but Roland couldn't keep his eyes closed. The air still smelled like smoke; not smoke from the campfire, but from the valuable things the bad people burnt when they attacked them. Roland had seen the disaster before he went to sleep, he experienced it the entire day. Everyone kept running around frantically, even after the bad people were gone. The unwounded cleaned the wounds of the wounded and Roland, along with the other two children, was responsible for the meals of the day. Roland was glad that he had something to distract himself with. The other children didn't say a word to him, but he didn't feel like talking anyway. And then the night came, bringing deep conversations and important decisions with it.
"Little John? Are you seriously thinking about going back to the land without magic?"
Yes! Roland thought. He brought his hand up, ready to pull the tent's cover to express his opinion.
"We brought Roland here to grow up where his father lived for most of his life, but also to protect him from everything Regina and her family always had to encounter. If it's as dangerous here as it is in Storybrooke, then why should we keep him away from his sister and the only woman who has been an actual mother figure to him?" Little John said.
Roland sat back. A wave of relief filled his heart while it was beating fast with anticipation. Maybe Little John could convince them. Maybe they would go back.
"We should try the castle before we decide. It might be safer there," Friar Tuck said. The rest of the men agreed with respect.
A few moments later Little John entered the tent. Once he saw that Roland was awake he smiled at him.
"We're leaving for Regina's castle tomorrow. Maybe your monkey will still be there."
Roland finally fell asleep with that thought in his mind. His papa was gone, Regina wasn't there, there was no Henry to play with, but maybe the stuffed monkey that had never made it to the other world was still in the place he once called home.