[ Kate glances over, uncertain, but leaves her arm there anyway, at least for another moment. She's torn between acknowledging Emma's discomfort or pretending she doesn't notice, not sure which approach is least likely to cause more distress. She ends up just leaving her arm where it is for the moment.
Hearing Neverland spoken of so seriously is a little weird, even for her life, but she just nods and listens and figures this isn't really the time for fairytale inquiries. ]
Yeah, this place is the worst. I'm sorry it sounds like things at home are going to suck, too. I'm pretty glad there's no one here from my future, to be honest.
[ Emma nods, as if supporting Kate's assessment. Everyone should be glad to not have anyone from the future. It means they can't pull the wool over your eyes. Emma had enjoyed being the one with all the answers. She doesn't have that anymore. ]
If I had known … [ She wouldn't have gone to that feast with him. Would have held him at arm's length—or done a better job of it, at least. Now the loss feels real. And the worst part is that it's not just him. It's her parents, too. The parents that she had just begun to let in. ] I would have done things differently.
[ After a beat, it occurs to her to add: ] He probably knows that. It's probably why he didn't say anything. [ Perhaps not giving him as much credit as he deserves, but she can't help but feel it's true. He understands her better than anyone. ]
[ Kate lets the removal of her arm from Emma's shoulders seem casual, not a retreat but just a necessity, so she can lean back and pull her hair (too long after ten months without a cut) into a ponytail. Both hands required, and then she pulls her knees up and wraps her arms around them.
She makes a face of sympathetic displeasure at having to hear from Robin Hood. Even if she thinks Emma's overreacting or handling it badly, finding things out third hand always sucks. ]
[ By now, Emma's aware that she's overreacting, but she's also too stubborn to do anything but barrel on ahead with being pissed. As hurt and scared as she is of losing the people that she loves again, she's well-aware that it's precisely that fear, and not genuine anger, that has her lashing out like this.
It's not just Hook. Not just separation. A world between her and her family. Between her and the people who love her. She turns a begrudging gaze on Kate, dark enough to make it apparent that she realizes what Kate's digging at—it doesn't make a difference now. Inevitable's inevitable. But Emma's predictable. ]
Made it easier on myself.
[ Run away. Held him at arm's length, even further than she's managed to. Hide behind wall after wall and refused to let him get close for fear of losing him. Left him on another fucking beanstalk, just something. ]
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Hearing Neverland spoken of so seriously is a little weird, even for her life, but she just nods and listens and figures this isn't really the time for fairytale inquiries. ]
Yeah, this place is the worst. I'm sorry it sounds like things at home are going to suck, too. I'm pretty glad there's no one here from my future, to be honest.
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If I had known … [ She wouldn't have gone to that feast with him. Would have held him at arm's length—or done a better job of it, at least. Now the loss feels real. And the worst part is that it's not just him. It's her parents, too. The parents that she had just begun to let in. ] I would have done things differently.
[ After a beat, it occurs to her to add: ] He probably knows that. It's probably why he didn't say anything. [ Perhaps not giving him as much credit as he deserves, but she can't help but feel it's true. He understands her better than anyone. ]
Instead, I had to hear from Robin Hood.
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She makes a face of sympathetic displeasure at having to hear from Robin Hood. Even if she thinks Emma's overreacting or handling it badly, finding things out third hand always sucks. ]
What would you have done differently?
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[ By now, Emma's aware that she's overreacting, but she's also too stubborn to do anything but barrel on ahead with being pissed. As hurt and scared as she is of losing the people that she loves again, she's well-aware that it's precisely that fear, and not genuine anger, that has her lashing out like this.
It's not just Hook. Not just separation. A world between her and her family. Between her and the people who love her. She turns a begrudging gaze on Kate, dark enough to make it apparent that she realizes what Kate's digging at—it doesn't make a difference now. Inevitable's inevitable. But Emma's predictable. ]
Made it easier on myself.
[ Run away. Held him at arm's length, even further than she's managed to. Hide behind wall after wall and refused to let him get close for fear of losing him. Left him on another fucking beanstalk, just something. ]