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Closed to: Whoever has access to Rumplestiltskin's room.
You know what kind of beast you're dealing with.

Those words seemed to echo throughout her mind as she appears on the Enterprise. Belle's vision hasn't clearly yet and she isn't aware that she left the Snow Queen's cave. There was something entrapping her mind to the image of that mirror and it takes a few seconds for her to finally snap out of it, dagger dropping from her hands and clattering to the floor. Instantly Belle's hand shoots up to grip at her heart. Odd twists pain strike her there but it isn't physical. She scrambles to the floor, dropping down to her knees to retrieve the dagger and stow it back in her coat as she starts to sob.

She's angry and resentful and just plain pissed off? The dagger is fake. She should have known from the start that he wouldn't give her his main source of power. Why would he? He loved power more than he loved anything else. But if she's being honest with herself that's not why she's upset. She's upset because she couldn't resist the urge to use it like everyone else.

Belle doesn't deserve the pity she wants for herself nor does she expect to get it any time soon. How does one start to atone for violating the trust of someone they love? It's then somewhere between her own misplaced sorrow and hatred for being so weak that she finally notices the room. Where in the world is she? Blue eyes scan across her surroundings looking for something familiar but she finds nothing. This wasn't the cave she left? "Hello? Hello!" She pushes herself off the ground, wiping her eyes.

What right does she have to cry? This is her fault the exact same way Anna was her fault. Well roomies of Rumple or frequent visitors you have a Belle wandering around poking through stuff. Try not to be alarmed she doesn't bite.

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Once she acclimated a little to the ship she found her way to the lounge and immediately takes a seat at the bar. Maybe she is channeling the cursed version of herself but she thinks she could use a drink. It's just too bad that Belle doesn't have a taste for alcohol at all. In fact, she hates most hard liquor but enjoys most wine. "Do you have anything red?" She inquires, trying her best to wear a polite smile that only wavers once the bartender is gone.

Maybe the lounge isn't that crowded but it's a sea of faces she doesn't recognize at all. Some of them are even different species but she doesn't want to ask about that. Such questions seem. . .rude.

But at least she can ask one to a friendly neighbor at the bar: "Can you tell me about where I am? Someone said this was called the Enterprise. What exactly does that mean?"

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"You'll remember asking, you just won't remember what you wanted to forget." There's a small smile at that and his mind briefly remembered a brief conversation about his own desire to forget something and when asked what he'd wanted to forget, he'd claimed to have forgotten. Of course in this case, she truly would have forgotten.

That last line however both pleases and hurts. He's happy that she trusts him this much and yet it hurts in a sense because he suspects he doesn't deserve that trust. What if he ended up abusing it? He didn't need to hurt her anymore than he had already.

There's no choice now but to follow through on her wishes and hope that when it came to paying for this bit of magic, he was the one who paid, not her. "When do you want it done?"

An interesting paradox that will make. Either way she has mulled it over in her mind and she is more okay with this as a decision if it means it can be reversed should there be adverse effects. At the end of the day she is coward for not being able to face the darker sides of her life, but she will one day, won't she? That feels like an excuse. "Alright."

"If it's fine to do now then I'll get it over with." She smiles reassuringly. "I know it won't solve anything but I have a lot to adjust to as it is." Baby steps. "Is that alright with you?"

In a sense it wasn't, but he'd be something of a hypocrite if he refused to let her take the easy road out, when he often tried to do the same thing at times. He had said he'd help her and if this was how she wanted to be helped, so be it. Hopefully it would go fine and he wouldn't have to undo it any time soon.

"Yes. We can do it now." He let's go of one of her hands to lift the freed hand before her face, a subtle gesture made once it had reached the level of her eyes. He felt the magic, watched as her eyes briefly dulled and partially closed as the spell took hold. Once done, he lowered his hand to rest over the hand he still held.

"All done, sweetheart."

She smiles, glad that he agrees. There is something to be said with the way he casts magic on her. It's so much different than how she saw it in the Enchanted Forest and in Storybrooke. She would say there's caution in his movements but she doesn't have time to let that observation come to fruition before he pulls the memory from her.

What's automatically noticeable is the brightness that comes back to her eyes though they still contain a wary quality that can't quite be place. Her skittish posture relaxes some and she genuinely smiles for the first time since she's been here. "Thank you." She leans over to place a small kiss on his cheek. "We were speaking before of the ship. How about a tour while we chat?"

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