[ 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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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.