[ Emma has had enough time with a supposedly dead man to digest it properly. the pirate isn't quite there yet. he's not sure if he's in reality or some sort of mad dream or delusion. he's not a man that perfectly understands magic, granted, yet death was supposed to be the one thing no sort of magic could reverse. then again, it wasn't supposed to be possible to fall through time, either, and they'd managed that. he's just struck a bit senseless by the sudden presentation, combined with everything else.
Hook is rarely at a loss for words but this is a moment that applies. he can't quite understand how the two of them were managing conversation, yet he supposes staring dumbstruck and sentimental isn't going to get them anywhere. he tries to knit himself down into proper order, left hand (knuckles still dinged from colliding with a certain knaves face) clenching open and closed.
he had imagined they found their way into a new, baffling sort of curse before he'd seen Baelfire back from the grave, but now? well, even the Dark One couldn't cast a curse like this, not on his own. something or someone else is responsible, and Baelfire being alive is a good thing, they saved Marian, they can certainly save Milah's boy and Henry's father and Emma's...
Hook doesn't enjoy thinking about the last bit, but the end of that sentence means that he'd best have enjoyed that one moment they got to share, it's like to be their last. now is not the time, and he successfully diverts his attention from self pity. it's not going to help them out of this place.
inquiry of his hand gets a set of his jaw. he's no longer particularly proud of that new addition, all considered. the night before he'd been bold and brash, thinking he had the Crocodile beat, for once in a very long life. the truth of it was a bit more apparent now. ] Extra. [ isn't that the truth? he shakes his head at Emma's inquiry, it doesn't matter what he is but for all intents and purposes, he's fine. now is not the time to tell her he's bargained for a dastardly hand, now is it? ] Fine, Swan. Any idea what's going on? All I've found is people wandering about, confused, no exits. And not everyone is from Storybrooke. [ there was a grouchy blonde that helped him cement that theory, long story. that snow queen couldn't have done this, could she? ]
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Hook is rarely at a loss for words but this is a moment that applies. he can't quite understand how the two of them were managing conversation, yet he supposes staring dumbstruck and sentimental isn't going to get them anywhere. he tries to knit himself down into proper order, left hand (knuckles still dinged from colliding with a certain knaves face) clenching open and closed.
he had imagined they found their way into a new, baffling sort of curse before he'd seen Baelfire back from the grave, but now? well, even the Dark One couldn't cast a curse like this, not on his own. something or someone else is responsible, and Baelfire being alive is a good thing, they saved Marian, they can certainly save Milah's boy and Henry's father and Emma's...
Hook doesn't enjoy thinking about the last bit, but the end of that sentence means that he'd best have enjoyed that one moment they got to share, it's like to be their last. now is not the time, and he successfully diverts his attention from self pity. it's not going to help them out of this place.
inquiry of his hand gets a set of his jaw. he's no longer particularly proud of that new addition, all considered. the night before he'd been bold and brash, thinking he had the Crocodile beat, for once in a very long life. the truth of it was a bit more apparent now. ] Extra. [ isn't that the truth? he shakes his head at Emma's inquiry, it doesn't matter what he is but for all intents and purposes, he's fine. now is not the time to tell her he's bargained for a dastardly hand, now is it? ] Fine, Swan. Any idea what's going on? All I've found is people wandering about, confused, no exits. And not everyone is from Storybrooke. [ there was a grouchy blonde that helped him cement that theory, long story. that snow queen couldn't have done this, could she? ]