[He fidgets with the lace on his sleeves. It feels more like a year ago than a month when she froze over the floor in the ballroom and formed skates right on the bottom of his shoes. He wasn't scared of her or of her magic. She was human, she cared, she loved. She understood.]

I don't mind if you judge me, I just wanted to make sure you weren't...hurt. By what I said.

Back home, there is- well, there was- a woman named Agathe. Everyone in the village thought she was just... destitute. A beggar-woman. But she was really a, um. ...I don't know what exactly she was, but I don't think she was human. She put a curse on the prince to turn him into a- a beast, and all of his servants into... objects. She cursed the village to forget that the castle was ever even there - old Jean the potter forgot his wife and son for years, Clothilde the fishmonger forgot her husband... Just like that, like their loved ones never existed. If the curse hadn't been broken, they would have spent the rest of their lives completely oblivious.

But she did it because the prince was cruel and heartless, to teach him how to find love in his heart, as though that made it right. That-- that was what I was thinking of, when I said that magic doesn't care about people even when it says it's helping them. But you're... [Just as cursed as the prince was.] ...human. You're not Agathe. I wasn't talking about you at all.