[ He'd lied to her. Back home, even if he's got no intention of doing so here. Long enough for Gold to get the upper hand, and that makes some of the guilt his. She withdraws sharply, and he flinches and lets her pull away. ]
My— [ He stalls out, voice weak. The confession had been difficult, but that'd been entirely on him. Now all he can think of is Emma's pain as she'd listed off the people she's lost, his foolish promise that he wouldn't be next.
He doesn't want to see that look on her face again. But as much as he'd rather look away, he doesn't, sympathetic eyes steady on hers. ]
He took my heart.
[ It doesn't feel like enough. There should be more — a plan, some sort of comfort. But all there is is the knowledge that Gold's still in control back in Storybrooke, and Killian's days are numbered. There's no further explanation that won't simply make it worse. ]
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My— [ He stalls out, voice weak. The confession had been difficult, but that'd been entirely on him. Now all he can think of is Emma's pain as she'd listed off the people she's lost, his foolish promise that he wouldn't be next.
He doesn't want to see that look on her face again. But as much as he'd rather look away, he doesn't, sympathetic eyes steady on hers. ]
He took my heart.
[ It doesn't feel like enough. There should be more — a plan, some sort of comfort. But all there is is the knowledge that Gold's still in control back in Storybrooke, and Killian's days are numbered. There's no further explanation that won't simply make it worse. ]