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“Rapunzel, I'm not anything heroic or wonderful or whatever you thought," he said sadly. "I'm a sneak thief mostly out for my own good. The rest of it's a lie. My name isn't even Flynn Rider."
"Um, what?"
Of all the many things she thought he might say, this was not one of them.
"My real name is Eugene Fitzherbert. At least, that was what was on record at the orphanage."
There might have been a glint from inside a guard's helmet at that, as if he couldn't help sniggering a little.
Rapunzel's jaw actually fell open.
"Eugene?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And doesn't Fitz mean--"
"Yes, it does," he interrupted in annoyance. "But who knows if that's really my family name, or a real name, or whatever. I think of myself as Flynn Rider. Daring hero, escape artist, adventurer extraordinaire... Eugene is someone who wastes away in an orphanage, who nobody wants. Eugene eats porridge once or twice a day, maybe, and wears the old clothes that bigger kids grew out of a generation ago."
"I like Eugene," Rapunzel protested, patting his hand. "I like it better than Flynn. It sounds more... real. Like who you really are."
"Thanks," he muttered.
"No, really! Eugene doesn't abandon his friends. Eugene makes snarky remarks... and then hangs around witchy goat farms to see how he can help. Eugene pauses his wild, adventurous life to make sure the people around him get their happy endings. Eugene gives crowns back to their rightful owners."
"Eugene winds up drained of his blood in a castle ruled by a demonic she-beast," Flynn said, looking up to gauge his captors' possibly violent response. They didn't move. "Flynn Rider is somewhere off riding into the sunset--"
"Without his princess," Rapunzel interrupted, hands on hips.
Flynn smiled sadly at her.”