Emma— [ The accusation pulls it out, defensive and pleading, but he bites down on it quickly. Now isn't the time to be asking for forgiveness. And even if he doesn't want the blame, he wants honesty — wants the confession that'd been denied him on the phone and several times since, held in check only by Gold's magic. His heart's still gone, yes, but now there's nothing to bind it. ]
He plans to rid himself of the dagger's power over him. He needs magic to do it. I tried to tell you—
[ The next word doesn't come. Instead there's a sharp inhale of breath, hand drawing away from her quickly to clutch at his chest as he falls back a single step. The pain's quick, intense, then gone — it still leaves him gasping for air, chest heaving slowly, brow furrowed in confusion.
It shouldn't be possible. Gold's gone, can't possibly control him from Storybrooke, not when he's— his eyes abruptly gain focus, lifting to hers as realization hits. ] It's on the ship.
this seems like good timing y/n
He plans to rid himself of the dagger's power over him. He needs magic to do it. I tried to tell you—
[ The next word doesn't come. Instead there's a sharp inhale of breath, hand drawing away from her quickly to clutch at his chest as he falls back a single step. The pain's quick, intense, then gone — it still leaves him gasping for air, chest heaving slowly, brow furrowed in confusion.
It shouldn't be possible. Gold's gone, can't possibly control him from Storybrooke, not when he's— his eyes abruptly gain focus, lifting to hers as realization hits. ] It's on the ship.