Regina hates this, hates that she seems weak, looks weak, looks like the scared shell of herself that ran from Cora or gave into her. She looks at the man in front of her, has no idea who he is, but she chooses to focus on his words. At least for now.

"There are too many. I..." Her eyes dart over his shoulder, and there's Graham, silent and pale, and she remembers crushing his heart to dust, eyes slamming shut again. And she's angry, not just terrified, so she yells through the constant whispering.

"What in the hell is this?"