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[cantwalkwithoutit]

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[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. ]