{Emma trusted you. Emma trusted you and you didn't care. You didn't give a damn.

She knew you often struggled to find your place among the heroes, but... She never expected you to switch sides and become a villain.

So, when she saw you walking down the main street in Storybrooke again, when she saw you'd returned... Her hands instinctively pulled out her gun from her hip holster.}

"—You dare come here again?"

Emma's unmistakable voice asked, as her fingers tightened around the gun, aiming at you. A pang of resentment, of hurt and betrayal hit her. The Savior, that once held you and even gave you her red leather jacket when you were cold, now saw you as an enemy.

"—You threatened my friends, my family... You made a big mistake. A big-ass mistake."