[ Coming from a friend, Emma might believe that. But the room—or possibly Henry’s presence in it—has warped her perception to where neither of them look quite like Gold and Regina. ]
[ Besides. Of all the people she’d trust? Neither of them made the list. ]
[ Emma looks between them and, truthfully, all she can see is that they’re trying to get her to — what? Leave her son? When Regina steps closer, Emma draws her gun and levels it at her. ]
no subject
[ Besides. Of all the people she’d trust? Neither of them made the list. ]
[ Emma looks between them and, truthfully, all she can see is that they’re trying to get her to — what? Leave her son? When Regina steps closer, Emma draws her gun and levels it at her. ]
Don’t come any closer.
[ She turns the weapon on Gold. ]
Get away from him.