[Is he what, alright? Caught up? Ready to take his own life back? Emma's not sure what the question is to have an answer - and most of them would be no. They need to take this one step at a time. There's no information available here, no one to even ask about where they are and what brought them to the hotel. There's no guarantee that if they get home, they won't be pulled back and dropped through the ceiling all over again. They need to know why this happened and how to get out of it, and they need to know that when they do leave, they'll be able to take Neal with them.
He can't go back to where he was, that's not an option. Either he's going to realize that too, or he's going to get dragged through a portal the same way they threw Marion into the present. For all the pain it caused Regina, seeing a son get his mother back was worth it. Next time, it'll be Henry and Neal. It has to be.]
He's dealing. It's gonna take some time.
[Time she'd rather he took in Storybrooke, instead of the Bates Motel. It's not real to him yet, Emma understands that much. It probably won't be real until he sees Henry again. If they can get back home and reunite him with Henry, maybe that'll make all the difference. This place is unfamiliar. It's dark, it's old, and they're trapped. It's hard to get someone to hope for the best when the worst has already happened. Alive is a lot better than what he was before they came here, but how is he supposed to think it'll stick when they have another fight ahead of them?]
I figured you'd have found me if you had anything worth sharing.
[Emma steps into the room and lets her eyes dart around to all that he's torn apart. She can feel his frustration just through looking at it, desperation seeping into the attempted destruction. He must feel helpless, because she does too. No way out, no answers, and no magic. Even in Neverland, they had the last one. Here, it's like it's all been wiped away. She's not the savior anymore, but she's stuck with a hotel full of people who still need saving.]
I was going to look for you, but I thought I'd get a look at this place first.
[Might've just scratched the surface, but it's a carefully protected one. She hesitates for a second before reaching out, taking his new hand in hers. Changed his ways, huh? Emma might've bought that in the moment, when the excitement of something new had gotten the better of her. Now, it's a lot more obvious that the Dark One didn't restore anything without him having to pay the price.]
What you said before about your hand - I don't buy it, Killian.
[And she didn't expect...this. She didn't even notice it was there until Mary Margaret pointed it out.]
Are you alright? Rumplestiltskin doesn't own your soul, or have some vital organ locked in a jar somewhere, does he?
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He can't go back to where he was, that's not an option. Either he's going to realize that too, or he's going to get dragged through a portal the same way they threw Marion into the present. For all the pain it caused Regina, seeing a son get his mother back was worth it. Next time, it'll be Henry and Neal. It has to be.]
He's dealing. It's gonna take some time.
[Time she'd rather he took in Storybrooke, instead of the Bates Motel. It's not real to him yet, Emma understands that much. It probably won't be real until he sees Henry again. If they can get back home and reunite him with Henry, maybe that'll make all the difference. This place is unfamiliar. It's dark, it's old, and they're trapped. It's hard to get someone to hope for the best when the worst has already happened. Alive is a lot better than what he was before they came here, but how is he supposed to think it'll stick when they have another fight ahead of them?]
I figured you'd have found me if you had anything worth sharing.
[Emma steps into the room and lets her eyes dart around to all that he's torn apart. She can feel his frustration just through looking at it, desperation seeping into the attempted destruction. He must feel helpless, because she does too. No way out, no answers, and no magic. Even in Neverland, they had the last one. Here, it's like it's all been wiped away. She's not the savior anymore, but she's stuck with a hotel full of people who still need saving.]
I was going to look for you, but I thought I'd get a look at this place first.
[Might've just scratched the surface, but it's a carefully protected one. She hesitates for a second before reaching out, taking his new hand in hers. Changed his ways, huh? Emma might've bought that in the moment, when the excitement of something new had gotten the better of her. Now, it's a lot more obvious that the Dark One didn't restore anything without him having to pay the price.]
What you said before about your hand - I don't buy it, Killian.
[And she didn't expect...this. She didn't even notice it was there until Mary Margaret pointed it out.]
Are you alright? Rumplestiltskin doesn't own your soul, or have some vital organ locked in a jar somewhere, does he?