She's leaning on a tree, completely drained by magic, Emma is clinging to Henry – and she doesn't know if she's just relieved that it wasn't Cora, through the well, or actually happy they're alive – Henry is smiling…
"Your mom, she's… a piece of work, you know?"
Images come all together – she's in blue velvet, enlisting Hook to kill her – she's twelve, forced to stand still by her magic – she's in black, placing a red rose in her coffin – she's eighteen, and Daniel dies – she's also five, Mother brushes her hair –
Takes a breath, chases away the pain.
"Indeed I do."