voice;

[Being alone meant no one saw how weak you were. No enemy could use the weakness to their advantage in any game. It was safer to be alone. Safer and easier. All the knots she could tie, all the ways to keep her hands busy and mind distracted, wouldn’t be enough today. And to break in front of anyone else…

…she couldn’t deal with that. Even if Rapunzel might have understood. The conversation they had about that boy, that Eugene. Did it hurt her to be separated from him in coming here? Did she know what it was like to lose someone you possibly loved? Maybe. In that, at least, she knows she’s not alone.]

You to, Rapunzel. [A pause and then, more sincerely:] Thank you for understanding.