For a few seconds after, he lets the silence stretch, meeting Rumplestiltskin's serious look with one of his own--until he can no longer keep in the laugh, a wide grin spreading across his face as he shakes his head. "Oh, oh man. I thought I might be able to say it with a straight face, but I can't."
Is he a cruel man? That's debatable. After all, he grew up among pirates, but ones who abided by their captain's code of honor, as Baelfire himself seeks to do. He is in so many ways his father's son--that father being Killian Jones, and nothing Rumplestiltskin can do would convince him otherwise. In that, he may indeed be cruel, for the simple truth is that he cares nothing for the man he now shakes his head at.
He's looking for someone, and Baelfire can't help but wonder what he had expected to find.
"I can't promise they'll be here; any number of you are taking the opportunity to jump over to this side." Whereas the mirrors are still bound by their Queen's command not to leave without her permission, and Baelfire himself hasn't been forced through his Real indulging some sense of curiosity. "Like you--except there's always a reason behind whatever it is you do, right?"
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For a few seconds after, he lets the silence stretch, meeting Rumplestiltskin's serious look with one of his own--until he can no longer keep in the laugh, a wide grin spreading across his face as he shakes his head. "Oh, oh man. I thought I might be able to say it with a straight face, but I can't."
Is he a cruel man? That's debatable. After all, he grew up among pirates, but ones who abided by their captain's code of honor, as Baelfire himself seeks to do. He is in so many ways his father's son--that father being Killian Jones, and nothing Rumplestiltskin can do would convince him otherwise. In that, he may indeed be cruel, for the simple truth is that he cares nothing for the man he now shakes his head at.
He's looking for someone, and Baelfire can't help but wonder what he had expected to find.
"I can't promise they'll be here; any number of you are taking the opportunity to jump over to this side." Whereas the mirrors are still bound by their Queen's command not to leave without her permission, and Baelfire himself hasn't been forced through his Real indulging some sense of curiosity. "Like you--except there's always a reason behind whatever it is you do, right?"
So he's heard, listening through the mirrors.
"So why are you really here?"