What did I do? Oh, what did I do? I saved his life, but in the process destroyed the man I love. There is no hint of my Killian in the frigid, wrathful eyes of Storybrooke's newest Dark One. And I can hardly even blame him. He spent so much time, so much agonizing effort dragging and clawing his way out of the darkness, and I thrust its soul-crushing weight right back onto his shoulders. No wonder he hates me so absolutely now.
Yet even with all that's happened and happening, I don't know that I would have let him die. I'm not sure if that's me or the darkness talking. I'm not sure of much of anything anymore. I'm just not sure.
A tear slips down my cheek.
Oh, Killian.
What have I done?