"Hook," the Dark Swan said, almost cheerfully.
He sighed and turned around to face the woman who had appeared behind him on his way back to his ship. "What do you want Dark One?"
She stared at him for a moment. "I want to apologize."
"For what? Replacing the real Emma? For trying to manipulate me? For stealing the sword? Or for something else I don't even know about yet?"
The Dark Swan nodded. "For the sword, Killian. I needed your help but you wouldn't help me." She said it as though she were legitimately hurt by that.
"I will never willingly help you Dark One. I thought you said you would let me go."
"I also wanted to pay you back for it." The Dark Swan smiled and stepped close. She reached for his hand but he drew back. "I can give you back your other hand. No strings attached."
"I tried that before, remember. It didn't work out and I paid a high price to get rid of it again. What makes you think I would make the same mistake again?"
The Dark Swan tilted her head and tried to take his hand again. He didn't pull back this time, but he made no move to hold her hand. "But that was your enemy. That was Rumplestiltskin. This is me, Killian, and I'm promising you, no curses, no strings attached."
"It's still my enemy making the offer. It's the Dark One, not Emma."
For just a second, he thought saw a flicker of honest sadness in her eyes, but it vanished as quickly.
"Last time you promised me something Dark One you swore that all you need was my trust while you stole the sword. You want things to change between us? Stop lying. Tell me what you want."
"I didn't lie when I said I wanted your trust."
He pulled his hand out of her grasp.
"Leave me alone Dark One."
"I just know how hard you have worked to be more than Captain Hook." She stepped closer to him. He had to step back so she wouldn't be pressed against him. "So let me help you."
"I don't want anything from you."
"I know it bothers you," she said, reaching for his hand again. Again, he pulled back. "I how much you want to be whole again."
He looked away, unconsciously looking down at his hook for a second, his jaw clenching. "Of course it does," he admitted. He looked up sharply, meeting her gaze without flinching. "But it doesn't bother Emma." He turned and started walking away.
"Do you believe that?" the Dark Swan asked. "Wouldn't I know better than you about that?"
He paused for a second. "I believe that," he said simply, then kept walking without ever looking back.
The Dark Swan stood alone in the middle of the road, watching Killian disappear down the street. She waved a hand and vanished into the darkness.