"The choice is yours."
As she appears outside of Gold's shop, her hand is sweating – her heart is thundering, in sync with the heart she's holding carefully.
It's wrinkled, her mother's heart. Dark, but of a different darkness than hers. This darkness is queerly crowded in the middle – hers is a swirling twist-and-turn of black veins.
She can choose.
A loving mother, or a new Dark One?
A new chance of family, or new destruction?
The door slams open, and the encouraging, sweet voice – her son's voice – sings – Mom, I believe in you.
Today, yes, she will choose her family.