The thing about innocence was that it never lasted. Not for Regina, or Rumplestiltskin, or Emma, or even Henry. Once, where Regina hadn't even been able to kill a horse, there stood a woman who would attempt to strangle her own son-in-law in front of her son. Where there had been a downtrodden spinner, there was a manipulative magician. Where there had been a lonely girl, living an equally hard, yet normal, life, there was a woman who was being told that she was The Savior… and no one in the town knew what to do with what they'd become.