after the final battle
“What was it like,” he asks, “when you watched me die?”
“Hmm?” Emma responds, blinking her eyes open. She was nearly asleep.
The celebrations at Granny’s ended hours ago. They’re in bed now, freshly showered, under the sheets. The window is open and an early spring breeze is coming in. Just days ago it was snowing, but in the last few hours the warmth of spring seems to have settled in Storybrook. Magic probably has something to do with it, but Emma is too exhausted to be bothered by it. In fact, she’s just quite tired in general. Fighting a final battle will do that to a girl.
“What was it like when you watched me die?” Killian asks again.