"Grandpa, why am I still here. You already got my mom to kill Cruella after you ripped her heart out, now let me go" Henry pleaded all of this to Mr. Gold, who was too lost in thoughts to even pay attention. He was thinking up ways to turn Emma more dark so that he could get the ink for the quill. Granted, he still needed to find the new Author but still, things were looking in his favor. And just in time too, he could feel his heart gradually giving out. He finally looked up and responded to his grandson.
"Henry, my plan goes far deeper than you could ever realise," He pulled out the quill turning it in his fingers. "I'm trying to save my life. You don't want me to die, do you?"
But now it was Henry's turn to ignore the speaker. he was too busy staring at the pen contained in his grandfather's fingers. Enthralled by the mysterious whispering emanating from the quill. He felt compelled to reach out to it, felt it calling to him. It took all his willpower not to rip it out of his grandfather's fingertips right then and there. 'That doesn't belong to you' Henry thought spitefully, not truly knowing where the anger had come from. 'So who does it belong to, you?' a voice mocked back. And while both sides had a point, he did have to wonder if maybe he could just hold it for a bit. relieve his grandpa's fingers of that burden.
"Henry, are you listening?" Mr. Gold questioned, "I was just saying how your mothers were planning on going to New York just before you came here."
"Yeah, cool." Henry said only half paying attention. He was too entranced to pay any real attention. He figured, just maybe, he could- "Grandpa, can I see that." he cut off his own thoughts and pointed to the taunting quill in front of him. He just couldn't resist anymore.
"Henry, what has gotten into you?" Gold questioned, growing both concerned and curious at his grandson's behavior. But the more he thought about it, the less harm he saw in letting the boy handle it for a little bit. Besides, the boy had been looking for the Author for a couple months now, the least he could do was let him touch his quill. And with that thought he handed the quill to Henry only to have the boy nearly rip it out of his hands. The minute he made contact with it the quill started glowing. Gold knew exactly what this meant, and he couldn't be more thrilled. Not only did he not have to find the new Author, but it was his grandson, someone who would be more than willing to help him stay alive.
Meanwhile Henry was having different thoughts in his head. The minute he touched the quill he knew what it meant. And while he was in a bit of shock, he was thrilled at the idea of being able to help people like his mom. He didn't stop to think of the small whispering in the back of his mind. The collective voice of any hand who had ever touched this quill, any hand whatsoever. And so, they both thought in silence to themselves for a minute or two until finally Henry shoved the quill in his pocket, almost as if afraid of getting it taken away. Gold did not protest though, and continued to observe the boy's behavior. A ringing then interrupted both of their thoughts. Henry's phone had gone off, he pulled it out of his pocket and check who it was.
"It's my mom, can I?" he pleaded, being snapped back to reality.
"Sure, put it on speaker though,"
And so Henry did, not wanting to know what would happen if he disobeyed 'don't let him take the quill away' the voice ordered.
"Henry?" His ma, Emma, answered, "Henry I'm here with Regina, where are you."
"I'm at grandp- I mean Mr. Gold's cabin. Sorry for worrying you. I'd like to stay with him for a bit, don't worry though, I'm perfectly safe. You and mom go to New York, I'll be fine."
"Kid, are you sure? He's not controlling you?"
"I assure you, I would never control my own grandson. Even I have limits Miss Swan." Gold imputed. "Go on you're little journey, save Robin Hood, I don't care. I have a grandson to bond with."
"Mom, I insist. Robin is in danger. Go help him, I'll be fine, and mom will need the extra help. If anything goes wrong, I'll call someone." and with that, Henry hung up.
"You wanted to stay with me willingly, why" Gold wasn't quite sure what the boy's motives were in his decision. He was going to insist the boy stay anyway, but he didn't think the boy would just stay without being provoked. Little did the man know the boy's reasons for staying were actually much darker than either than them would admit. The boy wanted to know how to use the quill, and his grandfather was the key to teaching him how.
"I wanted to bond with you, I also figured you could teach me some things." There, technically not a lie, the boy thought. Meanwhile, the spirit of Isaac Heller laughed inside the quill, working what magic he had from his new living arrangement on the boy.