[She sounds distracted even as she asks, trying to make light of the situation, but the fact of the matter is that the entire story was so crazy-sounding that whether he had called himself Hook or Killian probably wouldn't have mattered.]
If we're all supposed to be together, who would want to tear us apart? What would they have to gain from it?
I know the one affecting you now is just a side effect of something bigger, a way for your kid to still have a parent and be safe while everyone else in this book is taken back to their world. Where they're all from.
[ He's not ready to reveal that he's the kid, not yet. Not unless she puts it together or asks. ]
For me, I have no idea. For all I know, I got caught up in someone else's revenge.
[The overall support is welcome, but it's not until that last part that her eyes go a little wide as something clicks into place. It's the sort of thing that her Henry would say— something he has said to her when she's been faced with choices that would effect the both of them and they way they lived their lives.
For a brief moment, she sees her son in him, and in that instant, she almost believes everything she's been told.
She clears her throat after realizing she's been staring at him, quickly diverting her attention downwards to close the book and slide it back across the table, towards him.]
That's— it's good advice.
[Almost too good.]
Hey, I appreciate you meeting me here, but— sorry. I need to go.
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[She sounds distracted even as she asks, trying to make light of the situation, but the fact of the matter is that the entire story was so crazy-sounding that whether he had called himself Hook or Killian probably wouldn't have mattered.]
If we're all supposed to be together, who would want to tear us apart? What would they have to gain from it?
[Specifically, from taking her memories?]
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[ He's not ready to reveal that he's the kid, not yet. Not unless she puts it together or asks. ]
For me, I have no idea. For all I know, I got caught up in someone else's revenge.
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She would have done it for him, no questions asked. She knows that much.
She exhales, turning her attention back to him.]
Seems unfair. You're a pretty good guy, far as I can tell.
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[ He smiles softly, looking down at the table for a second. ]
Who knows. Guess I'll have to leave here to find out. But what I do know is you'll figure this out, whatever's going on here. In fact, I'd bet on it.
[ And then he says something that, in all honesty, he doesn't realize he said as a kid, sitting with her eating popcorn and playing video games. ]
Sometimes the little voice in your head telling you what the right thing is can be scary. But I don't think it's ever wrong.
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For a brief moment, she sees her son in him, and in that instant, she almost believes everything she's been told.
She clears her throat after realizing she's been staring at him, quickly diverting her attention downwards to close the book and slide it back across the table, towards him.]
That's— it's good advice.
[Almost too good.]
Hey, I appreciate you meeting me here, but— sorry. I need to go.
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Yeah, sure, whatever you need. And you know where to find me if you need anything. You'll be okay, Emma. I know you will.
[ And he lets her go, looking back at his book and sighing heavily. ]