[ if there's one thing Emma's learned, it's that any kind of flash directed at her isn't typically a good thing. not only does she spin away from the streak of brightness, she closes her eyes and reaches for her sword - only to realize, a few seconds later, that the only threat here is a surprise paper cut.]
What the hell?
[ she's not sure what to make of the image she finds at her feet, one of a little diner with outside seating and a large, carefully painted STORYBROOKE sign. it's home, no question about it, but the thought of it still manages to sting in a place where she feels so far away.
she holds the picture tightly, watching a girl not too far off who's clearly handling this a lot better than she is.]
Is your photograph of home, too?
[ she's not asking to see it, she's just... comparing notes.]
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What the hell?
[ she's not sure what to make of the image she finds at her feet, one of a little diner with outside seating and a large, carefully painted STORYBROOKE sign. it's home, no question about it, but the thought of it still manages to sting in a place where she feels so far away.
she holds the picture tightly, watching a girl not too far off who's clearly handling this a lot better than she is.]
Is your photograph of home, too?
[ she's not asking to see it, she's just... comparing notes.]