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That's a revelation isn't it?
And what about Vivian's ribbon too?
Nah.
What of it? She took it off.
Do you get to actually do it? Pull off Vivian's ribbon?
All of the girls with the ribbons were involved in something. I feel like Bigby ultimately failed the original investigation.
What were they keeping secret? When you get the chance to actually see a ribbon removed it's not really like they had anything to say that would've helped anything.
They were questioned.
The spell is broken because Nerissa was able to speak freely at the trial. Her not wanting it removed is merely psychological. Removing it will be an important act for her when she's ready to finally let it all go.
Remember? I think she brought Bigby there in attempts to tell him something?
Everyone remember that scene?
by Ann McGovern
Once there was a man who fell in love with a beautiful girl. And before
the next full moon rose in the sky, they were wed.
To please her husband, the young wife wore a different gown each night.
Sometimes she was dressed in yellow; other nights she wore red or blue
or white. And she always wore a black velvet ribbon around her slender
neck.
Day and night she wore that ribbon, and it was not long before her
husband's curiosity got the better of him.
"Why do you always wear that ribbon?" he asked.
She smiled a strange smile and said not a word.
At last her husband got angry. And one night he shouted at his bride.
"Take that ribbon off! I'm tired of looking at it."
You will be sorry if I do," she replied, "so I won't." Every morning at
breakfast, the husband ordered his wife to remove the black velvet
ribbon from around her neck. Every night at dinner he told her the same
thing.
But every morning at breakfast and every night at dinner, all his wife
would say was, "You'll be sorry if I do. So I won't."
A week had passed. The husband no longer looked into his wife's eyes. He
could only stare at that black velvet ribbon around her neck.
One night as his wife lay sleeping, he tiptoed to her sewing basket. He
took out a pair of scissors.
Quickly and quietly, careful not to awaken her, he bent over his wife's
bed
and
SNIP! went the scissors, and the velvet ribbon fell to the floor
and
SNAP! off came her head. It rolled over the floor in the moonlight,
wailing tearfully:
"I...told...you...you'd...be...s-o-r-r-y!"