"You know what happens next," she says coolly. "You remember what happens to non-Fables, don't you?"

She doesn't know details about the Real Snow's life, but can guess. Can imagine that she'd lost or left her job, had either moved away with Bigby for some sickeningly adorable life or chose the Farm, leaving the Wolf behind. In any case, it isn't any of her concern, and she shrugs lightly.

"I told you, they'll never care about you," she tuts, moving to withdraw her arm from his grasp. "And they'll feel the same about whatever half-breeds you've spawned."