[ The look in his eyes crawls under her skin, making her sick. It’s not quite a lack of recognition—no, that would be better. That simmering hatred is the real blow, not Milah’s shove or the sword. Emma raises her hand instinctively to bat Milah’s hand away as she staggers back, but it’s Regina’s commentary that jerks Emma out of her distracted state. ]
[ Watching Milah get knocked out of the way is startling, but welcome. The end of that sword wasn’t something she was looking forward to without one of her own, and she doubted shooting Milah would make Hook any more amiable to them. Turning to Gold, she nods. ]
[ Sure. Climbing out the window of a pirate ship. Why not? ]
[ Surging forward, she opts to disregard any discomfort in Hook’s expression and reaches out to grab him by the arm. ]
I might have lied about the part where you have a choice.
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[ Watching Milah get knocked out of the way is startling, but welcome. The end of that sword wasn’t something she was looking forward to without one of her own, and she doubted shooting Milah would make Hook any more amiable to them. Turning to Gold, she nods. ]
[ Sure. Climbing out the window of a pirate ship. Why not? ]
[ Surging forward, she opts to disregard any discomfort in Hook’s expression and reaches out to grab him by the arm. ]
I might have lied about the part where you have a choice.