[ Killian gives her a raised brow. She's the one traipsing about his memory. He tries not to look too offended. Can't take his frustration out on her. She's a stranger. He holds his hand and hook up indicating he means her no harm. ]
The bloke whose memory you've stumbled into.
[ He nods his head to the younger him. ]
It's going to get quite nasty though, love, you might not want to look on.
[ By now Rumpelstiltskin is questioning Milah. Anger written clear across his face. He doesn't have time to answer Claire or really the energy. Because I never loved you. He knows the moment she says it that she'll get her answer. His hand surges outward and thrusts into Milah's chest. The younger him can only yell and move forward a few steps before the Dark One flings him back. Pinning him with ropes and pulleys before removing her heart.
When the younger him gets free he scrambles to catch the body of his falling love. Fear and grieve already overtaking his expression. Whispered words from Milah. I love you. Before her eyes shut. Watching it again like this doesn't reduce the ache in his chest. He should have done more. All these years later. ]
[Well, there's the answer to that. Claire covers her mouth, horrified by the sight she was warned about. Christ, she's watching this man lose his loved one. She turns away, dropping her hand and putting it on his arm, as if trying to urge him to look away, too.]
[ Watching this is painful. Yet he knows it's not the end for him. It's not the end of the pain he'll endure, but it's also not the end for his romantic life. Milah isn't the woman that his love died with. As a married man now he knows that. Which is why he doesn't look away. He owes it to Milah to not turn away. She knew how dangerous it was to speak to the Dark One in that manner. But she did it.
The light leaves her eyes as Rumpelstiltskin squeezes her heart. ]
I do.
[ He squares himself up. The removal of his hand was inevitable given that he was "holding" the bean in it. Or at least Rumpelstiltskin believed he was. ]
It'd be wrong of me to look away. She wouldn't look away if it were I.
[Claire's no so bound by bonds of love here, and so she doesn't look back, but she does stay put. She doesn't know this man, or the woman, or anything about what's going on here but it would be wrong to run off. Not that there's really anywhere to go.]
[ Though they had told him she had been in the Underworld. He still hated that he never got a chance to see her. To tell her goodbye. He glances at the woman when Rumpelstiltskin cuts his hand clean off. There's no need to watch that moment. ]
[ She's in his memory. It might help lessen the awkward feeling if they knew one another's names. At least he hopes it might. It's strange to have a stranger be there to witness (or not really witness) the death of Milah. But in a way he's happier that it's not Emma. ]
Killian Jones.
[ Gone are the days of using his Hook moniker. Or even bothering to introduce himself as a Captain. He's got no bloody ship. ]
He's gone now. [ He's referring to the Dark One. The younger him remains. Anger having taken over his face as he stoops to pick up the hook once attached to the ropes. The one that now sits on the older Killian's stump. ] You can look.
[ She's very bossy for a lass who doesn't know him. A bit like Emma. He doesn't really put up a fight. There's no reason for him to stay. He lets her pull him by his arm away from the scene entirely. ]
I've only just met you and you're already bossing me about more than my wife.
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[ Killian gives her a raised brow. She's the one traipsing about his memory. He tries not to look too offended. Can't take his frustration out on her. She's a stranger. He holds his hand and hook up indicating he means her no harm. ]
The bloke whose memory you've stumbled into.
[ He nods his head to the younger him. ]
It's going to get quite nasty though, love, you might not want to look on.
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What happened?
[A useless question when she can very well watch and see.]
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When the younger him gets free he scrambles to catch the body of his falling love. Fear and grieve already overtaking his expression. Whispered words from Milah. I love you. Before her eyes shut. Watching it again like this doesn't reduce the ache in his chest. He should have done more. All these years later. ]
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We don't need to watch this.
[Not that they can escape the memory so easily.]
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The light leaves her eyes as Rumpelstiltskin squeezes her heart. ]
I do.
[ He squares himself up. The removal of his hand was inevitable given that he was "holding" the bean in it. Or at least Rumpelstiltskin believed he was. ]
It'd be wrong of me to look away. She wouldn't look away if it were I.
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It's just a memory.
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[ Though they had told him she had been in the Underworld. He still hated that he never got a chance to see her. To tell her goodbye. He glances at the woman when Rumpelstiltskin cuts his hand clean off. There's no need to watch that moment. ]
What's your name?
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--Claire. Claire Fraser. You?
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Killian Jones.
[ Gone are the days of using his Hook moniker. Or even bothering to introduce himself as a Captain. He's got no bloody ship. ]
He's gone now. [ He's referring to the Dark One. The younger him remains. Anger having taken over his face as he stoops to pick up the hook once attached to the ropes. The one that now sits on the older Killian's stump. ] You can look.
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[They just met, but they know one another's names, and she gives his arm a tug. At least to turn.]
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I've only just met you and you're already bossing me about more than my wife.