[ Muffled in psychic static though it is, Charles can follow train of thought. It's as annoying as it always is, the human contradictions, the reverse logic, the tangential memory of fleeting impression, and it doesn't help Charles look any better than green.

He can see that this is façade, and all at once, he needs Hook to stop, snapping his next few words at this new pretense of concern; ]

You should ask Emma Swan.

[ An exhale leaves him, not quite a sigh, but a release of tension. ]

She wouldn't have understood at the time. None of us did. The Tranquility wanted us back, and it's what it got. Though I dare say it saved your sorry arses from getting stranded and dying in the depths of space, whether you appreciate it or not.