"Snow White does exist," she says, tired. "She's my best friend. She was with me when I found out about the wolf. She and David, they're king and queen."
Though, for all that she sounds exhausted, she does get it. When she was under the curse she wouldn't have believed any of this, either. There is something fond in her voice, though, when she speaks - fond and lost, or sad, or maybe just longing. "True love is the strongest magic out there. Even the Queen's magic couldn't stand in the way of that. It wasn't the kiss, exactly. It was the love."

True love was different for everyone, though. Some people had it. Some people lost it. Some people destroyed it, like Red.

"Different world as in... As in I threw a magic bean on the ground because I wanted to get home, and when I jumped through the portal, this is where it spat me out."

"I'm..." Red sighs, and clutches the cloak closer to herself. "There was a curse that took us from our world, and it-- it changed us. I wasn't joking when I said it was complicated."

For a moment, Red looks up at the sky, and there's an unhappiness in her gaze, as snowflakes settle on her eyelashes. This is so hard to explain to an outsider, and she's realising that maybe being isolated in Storybrooke all those years wasn't the worst thing out there. "Picture a curse powerful enough to rip people from their world, and take them somewhere else. No memories, nothing." A little glance towards Hermione, but she doesn't linger, too concerned what she might see there.
"No more happy endings. And when you're in the world without magic, then fairy tales are just stories. We knew different stories, but they weren't the same as us. Little town in Maine, called Storybrooke. The curse was broken, obviously." And she lets out a little huff of laughter, at that. "Because of true love, again. I know it sounds... completely impossible."