“ once i ran to you . now , i’ll run from you . ” @oceanhook
she glances up, hands that rub through her face and hair as if wiping off something sour stop in motion, and emma looks at the man she's come to known as hook through slightly narrowed eyes. there's a tense silence between them, an understanding of sorts that this alliance, however it was formed, has now come to an end. she doesn't mind, is instead relieved to know the captain will be far away from storybrooke ( he's a dangerous man, he makes her feel uneasy, for many reasons ).
the truth is, emma doesn't like working as a team. when you've grown up trusting nobody but your own shadow, solitude becomes a choice, a commodity. she's fine on her own, and she's relieved to be over with this partnership and the perpetual fear he'll backstab her at any moment.
" i know, " she mumbles, elbows resting on her knees as she sits (she doesn't like that he's standing and she's not, it might give him an advantage were he to attack her ), but leaving her paranoia aside for a moment, emma adds, " i get it. you're not the only one here who can't be trusted. if it came down to it, i'd kill you just as much as you'd kill me," hesitant, emma reaches a hand out for him to shake, and for a moment it feels like deja vu. not with him; just someone else she had decided she couldn't trust, a long time ago, " i can't believe i'm saying this, but take care, hook. try not to pillage and plunder your way to the grave."