"You dropped the pot, yes. But you didn't set the stage, nor choose the moment. Someone else placed the weight in your hands and whispered in your ear. The culprit isn't always the one who shatters the glass, Isa. It's the one who nudged it close to the edge and watched with a smile. Congratulations, you would have lost your head today if you weren't my bunny."
Those words resonated in Belle's head even after he had said them. The tone in which he said that she would have lost her head if she wasn't his bunny was of annoyance. She had known Cordelia had purposely made her pick up the plant, but then from his words, did he mean she had done something to nudge the pot? Now that Belle thought about it, when she lifted the pot, she had not lifted it up enough for it to break if she were to drop it. It had shocked her when it suddenly shattered on the ground.
