What would you like to yell at me about now, Dave?
Imagine that opening scene of Season 5 though:
He is slumped on the ground in be middle of Main Street, shoulders hunched in defeat, staring at the blade that now bares her name. She loves him – truly loves him but she is gone to somewhere far beyond even his reach.
Mary Margaret is sobbing at his side and David wants to cry, wants to punch something but he can’t can’t let himself feel his emotions about the loss of his daughter just yet; his family needs him, the pirate on his knees needs him.
“Killian. Killian? Hook! Come on”, he tugs gently on the man’s arm, trying to coax him out of his daze, to get him to fight; to believe. Killian jerks his arm back refusing to leave that spot, to leave Emma.
“No,” he finally says, his voice breaking even in his anger. “I won’t leave her. I won’t.” David can see the tears forming behind his sea blue eyes and he knows knows this man truly loves his daughter – is worthy of her love, of her.
“She’s gone. She’s gone,” he repeats it, each time cutting that much deeper.
“You’re not helping her here – we need help. Come on Hook – Killian, get up.”
Eventually he allows the prince to help him to his feet; he is numb, his legs like lead but when he looks Emma’s father in the eye he is reminded of her fierce determination - of her son’s - of Liam.
“We will find her.”
“Aye Dave. We will.”