Later that day, Emma arrived at the pawnshop and marched into the office where Mr Gold was. "We need to talk," she stated.

Mr Gold looked up after putting away the fairy wand in a small long box. "Yes. I believe apologies are in order."

"No. No apology is necessary. I understand why you wanted to keep Cora out of here."

"Just remind me never to bet against you in the future, Miss Swan."

"It's not really a bet when the game is rigged, is it?

"To what exactly are you referring?"

"Your scroll. I saw it in your cell. You wrote my name again, and again, and again."

"I just wanted to make sure it would stick."

"The ink - it was there all the time. You could have gotten out."

"I was exactly where I wanted to be. You needed to find that, so all of this could occur."

"You created the curse, Gold. You made me the Saviour. So everything I've ever done, it's exactly what you wanted me to do."

"I created the curse, dearie, but I didn't make you. I merely took advantage of what you are - the product of true love. That's why you're powerful. And everything you've done, you've done yourself."

"So you don't know."

"Know what?"

Emma stepped closer to Mr Gold. "Cora tried to rip my heart out, but she couldn't. She was blasted back with something inside me. By... By..."

"By magic," Mr Gold finished. "Whatever that was, I didn't do that. You did."