You think I know? I don't understand it any better than you do, I'm just trying to -

[To stop fighting it. All she does is fight anymore. She fights for her life, for everyone else's, for the town. To get back. To stop one witch or another. And she honestly doesn't have the energy to waste on fighting whatever pulls them together. They just end up back like this no matter what they do.]

I'm trying.

[More for her sake than his, because she needs it as much as he does. The more time she spends in Storybrooke, the worse she is at handling it all alone. So she leans, and that's not always fair. He has enough weighing on him.

She wants to reach out this time, but her hands slide into her pockets instead.]

Half of the time, I don't know what the hell to do or why it's always like this.