[Regina turned, glancing down at Henry and raising an eyebrow at him. It was uncanny how much he looked like her son. Yet, it couldn't be him, could it? One hand reached up, scratching the back of her neck and she stared at him. Whatever words she was going to say died a little in her throat.]
It... It isn't. I... Henry?
[She wanted to be wrong. She wanted to be so wrong, because that meant her son was still home and safe. Not here. Not trapped like she felt she was. It couldn't be him, could it?]
Re: Option 1
[Regina turned, glancing down at Henry and raising an eyebrow at him. It was uncanny how much he looked like her son. Yet, it couldn't be him, could it? One hand reached up, scratching the back of her neck and she stared at him. Whatever words she was going to say died a little in her throat.]
It... It isn't. I... Henry?
[She wanted to be wrong. She wanted to be so wrong, because that meant her son was still home and safe. Not here. Not trapped like she felt she was. It couldn't be him, could it?]