"Why bring me back if I should just move on?"
She steps back as if he's slapped her. It pains him to speak the words out loud and the metaphorical knife in his guts twists further as a single tear slips down her cheek. Her gaze drops and he isn't sure if he's more surprised or glad that she doesn't have words for him, that she's not ready to fight back.
He almost wants her to fight back. He almost wants to have it out, bare their souls and lay it all out for consideration.
If he's to move on, he wants to move on without any doubts or hanging threads left between them.
Emma pushes her way through him and Liam, a stifled sob slipping out as her arm brushes his and if he weren't already dead it would kill him to be in this position.
Choosing between Emma and Liam?
His true loves?
His Swan and his brother?
Liam touches his arm after Emma's footsteps have faded into the woods. "You deserve to be happy, little brother," he says softly. "Who knows how long she might damn you to this place? The headstones bind her here, she might never break out of Hades' grasp."
The words are at the tip of Killian's tongue, you're wrong, if anyone can beat that devil it's her, but where the words came so easily to hurt Emma, they remain stuck in his throat for Liam.
And what does that say about him?
You deserve to be happy.
How could anyone be happy with this sort of choice to make?
