These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

Oh this wasn't happening. Of course he knew what had happened, but as to what Regina did he was keeping out of that. He had his own thoughts on it, he just doubted she'd want to hear them right now. All that mattered was keeping Henry safe, and instead Hope Van Dyne was here? What on earth was he meant to do about that? Whatever he did here would be the wrong option he knew that. The only real choice was protecting Henry, and the best way to do that was making sure he didn't grow up the way he had, with a parent who'd commit murder. He understood why she felt that way, he doubted he'd be much better if it was Henry who was hurt. But right now one of them had to be the rational parent, and her and Emma had asked him to look after Henry. He just doubted they'd like this choice, well what they didn't know. "I'd have thought energy drink would have worked better than caffeine" well just because he knew who she was, didn't mean she needed to know who he was.

If there was one place she didn't want to be it was anywhere near a police station. She needed to walk past it though to get home, and she could hide any trace of discomfort. She had to. Here she was just a sweet school teacher, and that was all she would remain. Though really, could they arrest her for crimes she'd committed a century ago? Though she realised too late she should have been paying more attention as she bumped into someone. Shit. A cop, it had to be a cop. "Oh no apology necessary, that was my fault. This city is mighty confusin' I think I'm rather lost". Well, don't upset cops, they might start asking questions about her.

All of this was wrong, and he didn't know what he could do to fix it. Amy was here, that was good. River was here... except she didn't remember, and the Doctor was no where to be found. What was he meant to do with any of that? Work had been work, and he'd stopped outside for a moment, at least trying to think about what on earth he was meant to do next. In all the years he'd been alive, he'd never known anything like this, and given just how many years that actually was, it was saying something. Hearing Nic, he realised how odd it did look "Oh yeah, sorry was... thinking I suppose. Never know though, could become the hang out spot of the moment".

"That, and my home was destroyed" something he still had never seen coming. He probably wouldn't believe it if Hunter and the others hadn't been there and told him everything. Who'd believe it now? Still, he supposed it wasn't really a home, it was just the laboratories they'd been created in. Once he had fought tooth and nail to save it, now he knew what they'd done to him and all his brothers... he'd have watched it burn. "Nah I'm alright kid, you don't seem to be though".

All of this was still so confusing. Try as he might he couldn't get his head around how they'd ended up here or why. He was sure there were people far smarter than he was trying to work it out, all he wanted to do was keep his kids safe, that was it. Yet he couldn't help but think about it, which is what he had been doing when he suddenly realised someone was talking to him. "What? Oh sorry lass. Wasn't looking at anything, just thinking".

"Not a knave" he replied with a shrug. "I hope I was nothing to your mother, but she didn't take my child away. No one is nothing" though did she really understand that? The Evil Queen who had thrown lives away if it meant getting to her own endgame. Had cursed them all and for what? Because her mother had manipulated a child and killed someone. Well, he was one of the few who knew the truth of it. "Ah yes, your child doesn't remember you and you're stuck with all the memories... what a terrible fate" a littler sarcastic but it felt like karma, she had done the same thing to him for twenty-eight years. He felt sorry for her kid, but for her? She deserved far worse. The people she had hurt deserved justice, and instead she was a Queen once again and everyone had forgiven her.

"Excuse me, sorry," she started, leaning in towards the person sitting a few seats from her at the counter. "Would you mind passing me some of the sugar?" There was a container of sugar packets on the other side of the counter. Lately, Mary Margaret had found it comforting to be out somewhere, drinking a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, solo. It gave her the chance to meet new people and people watch. Plus, it stopped her from going home after work and spending the time overthinking. "I'm Mary Margaret," she introduced, offering the man a smile. While his presence seemed somewhat familiar, she chalked it up to having seen him at the diner before.

It had become a bit of a love hate relationship with tea. He had always liked the drink, and he'd had many tea parties with Grace when she was little. But now it was something people always associated with him because of those blasted tea parties. Of course he had done them, but that was hardly the point. Least here people left him alone, or did until he heard the voice, Snow White? Well he supposed if he was here others would be. Just not the ones he wanted. "And here I thought your name was Spot" that had been Emma's description after all, telling him she was looking for a lost dog, silly really. "And you're cursed again" well that was the only thing that made sense, the last time he'd seen her she'd been involved with kicking him out of a window after he'd technically kidnapped her. Not something you easily forgot.

At this point, Bail wasn't all that sure that anything in this city would actually surprise him. It was why it was a relief to see Obi-Wan rather than confusing. They were too bound by events of their past. The birth of the twins should have been good, but after Anakin's actions they had known how dangerous it would be if anyone else had ever known. A secret shared only by the two of them, Yoda and Breha. He wasn't even sure if the Lars had known the full truth of the matter. Perhaps it was no longer a secret, he didn't know what had happened after his death, he didn't know what Obi-Wan knew either. "I have some idea, it is good to see you too. I feel there is much to talk about".