[ A price. There's always a price. She's already started to wonder if there's any escaping that here. Magic seems to be in short supply, and the thing she thought was a part of her has already faded into nothing. If she can't get it to work, that means whoever brought them here gets to deal with the cost of all of this, even bringing Neal back. Or maybe there isn't one in this world, and that's why the person in power is being so careless with who gets dragged along for the ride. Emma would like to believe that it's more than that; maybe it wasn't his time, maybe this isn't a full-on resurrection as much as it is righting a wrong.They'll find out eventually, whether they like it or not.
But with that too-obvious subject change comes the truth, and it's not exactly what Emma was expecting. She looks skeptical before she says anything, eyes lowering to his hand as he pulls it away, one eyebrow raised to the explanation itself. Cursed? How could it be cursed? It's a hand, it's not like it can function on it's own.]
How do you know it's true?
[He gets the question instead of the denial she immediately wants to offer up. What happened at the restaurant felt a lot more like his temper getting the better of him than a curse. It wasn't just his hand that reacted, it was a response that the rest of him was totally on board with. And if there's anything Emma does understand, it's being pissed at how rudely they were interrupted. Killian wasn't the only one who nearly gave in that time.]
Because I have to tell you, a cursed hand doesn't sound likely. [And before he can remind her of his previously cursed lips, she takes his hand back into hers, just to be stubborn. To call his bluff and see if there is a chance that this could be real.] Especially not here. I can't get my magic to work, and neither can Regina. If your hand was cursed, don't you think whatever dark magic was used on it would stop working with everyone else's?
[And that's if his hand is cursed, which is already a tough sell. Emma threads her fingers with his, grip tightening around him just enough to prove that he'd push back against this if his hand was as cursed as he says it is. Whatever they have, it's good. If his hand has been cursed, that's dark magic. If it was at work here, there would be some kind of a reaction.]
I think he played you; he put the thought in your head knowing you'd obsess over it. There's nothing wrong with you, Killian. You're just overthinking this.
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But with that too-obvious subject change comes the truth, and it's not exactly what Emma was expecting. She looks skeptical before she says anything, eyes lowering to his hand as he pulls it away, one eyebrow raised to the explanation itself. Cursed? How could it be cursed? It's a hand, it's not like it can function on it's own.]
How do you know it's true?
[He gets the question instead of the denial she immediately wants to offer up. What happened at the restaurant felt a lot more like his temper getting the better of him than a curse. It wasn't just his hand that reacted, it was a response that the rest of him was totally on board with. And if there's anything Emma does understand, it's being pissed at how rudely they were interrupted. Killian wasn't the only one who nearly gave in that time.]
Because I have to tell you, a cursed hand doesn't sound likely. [And before he can remind her of his previously cursed lips, she takes his hand back into hers, just to be stubborn. To call his bluff and see if there is a chance that this could be real.] Especially not here. I can't get my magic to work, and neither can Regina. If your hand was cursed, don't you think whatever dark magic was used on it would stop working with everyone else's?
[And that's if his hand is cursed, which is already a tough sell. Emma threads her fingers with his, grip tightening around him just enough to prove that he'd push back against this if his hand was as cursed as he says it is. Whatever they have, it's good. If his hand has been cursed, that's dark magic. If it was at work here, there would be some kind of a reaction.]
I think he played you; he put the thought in your head knowing you'd obsess over it. There's nothing wrong with you, Killian. You're just overthinking this.