He watched Aurora hurry from the room with her cloak billowing behind her. His apparent doom didn't seem to bother him as much as he'd like it to. Did this mean he actually cared? He didn't want to know.
Martyrdom wasn't a path he'd ever considered walking. But he reminded himself he wouldn't be. He made a promise.
And Killian Jones didn't make promises lightly.
He would help her find that dust. He would help her get home.
And so he had to live.
And he couldn't imagine why this mattered to him in the first place. Seeing her again.
He knew her smile well. Her eyes were sky blue. She was soft in his arms.
He watched Aurora leave and smiled to himself. Of course he would find her.
Keep her safe, my dear. At least until I get there.