She's from Storybrooke, after all, and she knows a few people who are pretty familiar with the removal of hearts. It's something that can be done with magic, instead of a letter opener - and something she doesn't want to do either way. He's already dead, hasn't he suffered enough? What possible need could anyone have for that heart?
Although, upon closer inspection of the note, it doesn't say his heart. A heart. As if there's some kind of choice here; a test of what happens when you put two people alone in a room with this kind of problem. If that's what they're going for, Emma isn't about to let either of them fail it. A sigh falls from her lips as she leans forward, reaching for the letter opener without so much as swiping her fingertips against the fabric. Good to know that her formerly sticky fingers are still coming in handy. That would be a comfort, if she hadn't just gotten through the easy part.
She looks to the person beside her, giving a slight shrug.]
Let's just get this over with.
[She doesn't want to be the one holding the letter opener, but she's not forcing that on someone else, either.]
HOPE
[Emma has always known the importance of food. She's gone with too little, or none at all. She knows what it's like to be hungry. Stealing to survive isn't anything she hasn't done before, but she was hoping those days were behind her. It's not that she thinks it's wrong, more that she's worried about some kind of consequence. She could break the glass, or pick the lock, those things aren't unfamiliar with her. It's getting away from it in a place she knows nothing about that gives her pause.
Someone's going to notice, she should be careful.
But she's hungry enough to give it a try, slow in her approach to a door that's definitely locked. She tries it, just in case, and then kneels down to get to work. It's all about the tumblers, getting in isn't going to be a problem. Getting out unnoticed might be more difficult.
emma swan | once upon a time | ota
[There's a better way to do this.
She's from Storybrooke, after all, and she knows a few people who are pretty familiar with the removal of hearts. It's something that can be done with magic, instead of a letter opener - and something she doesn't want to do either way. He's already dead, hasn't he suffered enough? What possible need could anyone have for that heart?
Although, upon closer inspection of the note, it doesn't say his heart. A heart. As if there's some kind of choice here; a test of what happens when you put two people alone in a room with this kind of problem. If that's what they're going for, Emma isn't about to let either of them fail it. A sigh falls from her lips as she leans forward, reaching for the letter opener without so much as swiping her fingertips against the fabric. Good to know that her formerly sticky fingers are still coming in handy. That would be a comfort, if she hadn't just gotten through the easy part.
She looks to the person beside her, giving a slight shrug.]
Let's just get this over with.
[She doesn't want to be the one holding the letter opener, but she's not forcing that on someone else, either.]
HOPE
[Emma has always known the importance of food. She's gone with too little, or none at all. She knows what it's like to be hungry. Stealing to survive isn't anything she hasn't done before, but she was hoping those days were behind her. It's not that she thinks it's wrong, more that she's worried about some kind of consequence. She could break the glass, or pick the lock, those things aren't unfamiliar with her. It's getting away from it in a place she knows nothing about that gives her pause.
Someone's going to notice, she should be careful.
But she's hungry enough to give it a try, slow in her approach to a door that's definitely locked. She tries it, just in case, and then kneels down to get to work. It's all about the tumblers, getting in isn't going to be a problem. Getting out unnoticed might be more difficult.
Better that than going hungry.]