"Oh, Belle." His tone is pained, but more because it hurts to hear her say those things about herself. "Don't believe anything that mirror showed you. You're not a coward. A coward wouldn't do what you did to save your people. I know cowardice....a little too well really, and you... you are in no way a coward." He reached to take her hands within his, his thumb stroking the side of one of them.

"And I don't believe you're easy to manipulate, you don't let anyone tell you what to do or what not to do. You said it yourself once. You decide your own fate, no one else. Not me, not your father, just you. I love you because you're an intelligent beautiful woman who makes me want to be better than I am. You find the goodness hidden within people and bring it out and when it isn't there...you create it." His eyes fall down to where their hands are joined and he sighs softly.

"Are you certain you want me to use magic to block those memories? I doubt I need to remind you that magic does come at a price. Even small magics like this...."