22 May 2024

Felt like Phillip might protest Rapunzel’s quiet acceptance of her impending death. Dunno if this is strong enough, but it works for now.

…The p-prince, I mean.”

It took a while for Phillip to respond. “Is that actually guaranteed? I get that you lose all your ‘gifts’ or whatever, but why would that mean you have to die? Especially when we’ve got people like Maleficent with us.”

Rapunzel drew into herself. “It’s f-fae magic. To ‘undo’ it we’d have to t-take someone else’s good health. And I d-don’t want to do that.” She sighed. “As for whether I’ll definitely die, well… It’s possible I’ll just get really, really sick. So sick I might as well be dead. But from what I’ve read, Queen Maleficent sounded pretty certain.”

Phillip frowned, but didn’t say anything for quite some time. “Well, not much I can do about it. Would it be alright if Isaac and I came by to visit you tomorrow?”

They… they wanted to come back? Rapunzel nodded blankly while she processed, and then she blinked and added, “Um, but Moth-... Gothel is coming back in two days, so that should probably be the last time.”

Phillip nodded, then looked around for a few seconds. “Uh, by the way, how do I get out of here?”

“Oh, right.” Rapunzel snapped, and the Tower opened a much gentler route down that it had given Isaac.