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[assailed]

You crushing my heart in the name of your foolish spell is a bloody waste of time?

[ He tries desperately to remember Claire and Graham's words. Wise words. Adult words from people far better than him. ]

She's dead. Gone.

[ Oh bugger. ]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Again, many minutes later. Because relief. Because that's the only thing stopping him popping into existence right in front of Hook's face and demanding he swear as much. ]

I've sadly never had the pleasure, or really, the desire.

[ It's also occurring to him that Jefferson spoke strangely, as though certain things hadn't happened for him yet. As much as he'd like to assume that Hook is drunk and out of his mind, that might not be safe. But he doesn't want to hear more. As everything connects, as he reads back, part of it's grasping at him. Freedom from the dagger? Oh, if only. ]

The last thing I remember is leaving that barn.

[ And resisting the urge to set it aflame. ]

[assailed]

Bloody hell. It seems they saw fit to take you from an earlier time. Far earlier.

[ A time when perhaps he was trying to be a better man. But then he pissed it all away for nothing. For power. More power. Setting Baelfire's sacrifice on fire in the process. ]

It seems you've yet to ruin Baelfire's sacrifice with your actions. Your treachery. Your lies. Your manipulations. Of the town and your wife. I'm all too happy to announce she has no memory of any of it.

[ Her last memories are of the Enchanted Forest. Long before the curse. ]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Wife? It was something he had been considering, before he fled. Before he listened to that panicked impulse to get as far away from all that as possible. Marry her. Before something else happens. And maybe they couldn't run away but he could hide for at least a little while. ]

I'm here for him.

[assailed]

Afraid that's already been taken care of, mate. By someone who truly cares about him. Sorry, mate.

[ Oh yeah. Your son was his first incentive. The first thing Killian thought to think of. To keep Baelfire safe from all future harm. To protect him from the moment he was shot by Tamara and onward. This included what happened resurrecting his father. ]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

They wouldn't have made a contract if it were not possible or necessary. I can't tell you what that possibly means, but I know the magic well enough to know that much is true.

[ He'd understand it better if the seer powers hadn't gone with his death. Someone with a better perspective might suggest Hook's deal might have had a hand in bringing him here. ]

So I'm here to do what I've promised to do, and I'll thank you to stay out of my way. You need not concern yourself that I might not afford you the same. If Miss Swan happens to be here, believe me I don't need to be around to watch you move in on her.

[assailed]

[ He doesn't believe anything that he says to him at this point. Too much bad blood. Too many dark moments. The manipulation. The blackmail. It's all too fresh for Killian. All he sees when he looks at Gold is a monster. ]

Don't concern yourself with me and Emma.

[ That stings, but text makes it easier to hide. He can pretend he's not thinking about the fact that Emma's married to Graham. ]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Believe me, I would rather not. Are you finished, or is there anything else you'd care to blather about my supposed future?

[assailed]

Stay away from the people of Storybrooke.

And know if you so much as make a move for power I will find a way to stop you, Dark One.

[ Hook out. ]