Henry looks at her, distrustful, and she sees herself, reflected in his eyes.
"I don't want to be you."
A memory – a ghost – bashes her mind, she was younger, her mother's heartless smile, Rumplestiltskin, I summon thee, and she told Cora those exact words.
"Mama, I want to be free."
What kind of mother is she?
Purple magic flares, an overdose of power – Cora's blood makes her twist in disgust, hard to believe you're from the same family, and yet, she chained her son to misery.
You look just like her.
Not this time, Imp.
"I want to redeem myself."