Bloody hell.
Killian let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, looking around at the scene that Emma had created... his heart twisting in his gut. Unable to remain there, he quickly escaped above deck, the blue sky and gentle sea a stark contrast to the storms swirling within his very soul.
The wind whipped in his hair as he stared out across the sea. This woman was going to be the death of him.
Emma... his Emma... God, did he just hurt her? Was his insecure Emma in there, would she doubt his love? Was telling the Dark One that he loved her the right thing to do? Because he WOULD go to the ends of the earth or time... would fight for HIS Emma for another 300 years... he did love HIS Emma... but this lass who was manipulating him... who was she?
This Emma did not appear to believe in good form... this Emma turned a man to stone in front of Henry?! - stole a dwarf ax, threatened Regina, tried to use me... twice now... still enough of an open book that that was obvious...
Killian leaned over the railing, staring out at the sea.
She said that we all failed her in Camelot. That means that somehow I failed her. Emma is the Dark One now... and if she has the knowledge of the Dark One... she will know all of my past misdeeds, AND be able to exploit my every weakness. If we get her back, will she even still want me? Will she ever forgive herself? What in the bloody buggering hells was she hiding from them all with this blasted curse she enacted?
Killian slammed his fist down into the railing of his ship, and reached inside of his vest pocket to grab a swig of rum. With a determined growl, he stalked to the wheel, turning the Jolly Roger back towards the docks at Storybrooke. A man who doesn't fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets. He needed answers. And he was going to need some help in this fight to get them.