Roy has to figure it doesn't just feel like it, it is that he died. He's gone. If he's dead back home, that's the end of it, and it's so fucking final that it makes a pit open up in his stomach.

He hadn't even known the kid. Hadn't even met him once. It still feels like a blow, the finality of it, and he can't even begin to imagine how much worse it is for Rapunzel.

"Who knows how to process this sort of shit?" he asks. "I sure as fuck don't."