"Emma?" Regina repeats, confusion in her own voice. The Saviour has been little more than an irritation , and the idea that Henry thinks Emma could ever get rid of her like this makes her laugh. It's not a pleasant sound. It's a low, dark tone that unfurls from the back of her throat, complete with a glint in her eyes that tells of many unspoken horrors.

"Oh, Henry, no. Not Emma." There's a smile now that doesn't sit well on her lips, a visceral sense of pleasure that she could destroy herself - or at least the parts of herself she hated so much. "Are you really mistaking me for her? Regina? Don't you remember? How my better half did everything she could to destroy me, and she failed. And now.. she's failed again."

She steps forward, closing the gap between her and her son as she takes hold of him by the chin. "She wanted to keep you from me, and she couldn't even manage that."