"Again!" Hector yells.

He looks so grown up. Part of me is just relieved he is alive. I searched for him every day, every minute. It was like something was ripped from the cervices of my rooted chest. I let out a breath. I grip my hands. Yet... why does he feel so distance?

"Althael?" Rapunzel asks walking forward.

"If you're here to discuss my son, he's already chewed me to pieces." I say.

"I'm not." She says.

"How has he been?" I ask turning to her.

"Strong, despite the fact that he um, did try to kill us a couple of times. But he is such a proud warrior." She smiles.

"Good, good." I say.

"So... you're Althael, the forest spirit?" She asks.

"Yes. I made him through my very power and the heart of the forest." I say.

"Well, that is um, interesting." She says.

"Just the best scene ever. Blondie and the tree god." Horace comes up.

"Are you... Horace?" I ask.

"My name is not Horace! It's Eugene!" He yelps.

"My son says it's Horace." I say.

"Horace is Eugene's given names but he should get to decide what his name is." She says.

"A wise answer." I say.

I turn back to him.

"Does he really hate me?" I ask.

"Well, you did abandon him for most of his life, speaking from experience so- yeah he absolutely downright hates you." Eugene says.

Rapunzel punches him in the gut. 

"But you can keep working at it." Eugene says. 

"Yes, you can still make amends." She puts her hand on my hand.