What the hell had just happened? Emma watched Cora disappear, her heart still beating madly in her rib-cage, and asked a similar question to Mary Margaret , her thoughts running in all directions.
Love was strength.
And so was trust.
You would have done the same.
Actually, no.
She had been no different from Neal, even if, of course, the situation couldn’t be compared, she and Hook hadn’t been in a relationship, she hadn’t promised him love and a home, they barely knew each other.
And yet.
Yet, the look of betrayal in his eyes, and the anger later, the handcuff on his wrist first… it hit too close to home, and she stopped Mary Margaret when she tried to get her to go to the portal, “No… Hook…”
“What? What about him?”
“We have to bring him with us.”
“What?”
Emma didn’t wait to explain there, there wasn’t enough time, and rushed in his direction, the pirate still unconscious from the blow to his head, “We can’t leave him here.”
“But… Emma, you left him behind before. You said it was for the best.”
“Yes, I said that, but… Look, there is no time to discuss, we just have to bring him with us. Trust me. He… I shouldn’t have left him on top of the beanstalk in the first place.”
She didn’t like the look on her face one bit, even if she couldn’t tell what she was thinking; Mary Margaret was studying her and she wasn’t sure of what she’d read.
Kneeling down next to him, she gave the pirate a critical look, “How do we carry him through the portal and keep a hold of the compass?” she asked, looking for suggestions as she tried to decide where to put her hands and settled for one on his shoulder.