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[cinnamoning]

 I'm not sure about this, mundane.

If they find out I'm missing again - I don't think telling them that I was in a different world is going to count for a good excuse and the situation is problematic as it is.

I'm not sure I want to take that chance even if...going away for a while does sound tempting. 

Still. I think the wise move would be to wait a bit until everything clears out and then you can have your way without making me look like the bad guy here. 

....And then there's the superpowers thing in that place. Just. Let's talk once this is over, ok?

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[offwithhishead]

Yes, Me. Very dramatic. Nicely done, I must admit.

While I could argue that, tell me when I hurt you before. As I recall, you assaulted me. I only saved your life, if we're being honest.

[cinnamoning]

You're insane. Tying someone up and kidnapping doesn't count for saving a life. I didn't even need your help, I never asked for it -

What do you...want with me?

[offwithhishead]

That is really insulting to someone you've barely met. Besides, we're all insane, it just depends on how. As for stopping you from the biggest mistake of your life, believe what you want, but it seems you did the right thing rather than destroying you life and that of others. Why not blame yourself for your own madness, hmm?

With you? Absolutely nothing. You're much to... mundane for what I need. At least for now, though perhaps always.

[cinnamoning]

Your idea of saving someone is tying them up and leaving them? I don't know...what happened to you but you'll find what you need. Just not through inflicting pain on people.

[offwithhishead]

Whatever works. [Said with a smile and a shrug.] Of course you don't know. That isn't what you have to endure.

[cinnamoning]

...Who are you?

[ How did you get like this goes unsaid. ]

[offwithhishead]

I'm Jefferson. It even says so on the mailbox. I'm sure you missed that what with scurrying about in the woods after dark.

[cinnamoning]

I've never seen you. In town.

[offwithhishead]

I don't tend to go. In town. I'm not entirely comfortable with in town.

[cinnamoning]

Why? Is it because of Regina?

[ Since let's face it, Regina makes everyone uncomfortable. Crazy people or otherwise. ]

[offwithhishead]

If Regina made people avoid town, would anyone still be there?

[Not that he could argue things as she was the root of it all.]

She is only part of it. I'm just not comfortable with being around others. Knowledge is power, and all power can be a weapon.

[cinnamoning]

But it doesn't have to.

[ It comes out before she can stop it. She figures perhaps living alone in that huge house made him snap. ]

I'm going to be taken away but...it's not all that bad.

[offwithhishead]

What doesn't have to be? Power as a weapon? You think we have that choice?

[He laughed, the sound pitying and shaking his head.]

Isn't it? What becomes of Emma then? Who will she turn to? And who does that leave the boy when Regina, oh so darling Regina, finally assures that Emma can no longer see him? You think you'll just go off to prison and the everything will be fine?

You're fooling yourself.

[cinnamoning]

Not everyone will use knowledge as a weapon. Some people will just listen and keep it to themselves. Like Emma.

Well what can I do? Regina is the one who -

[ framed her, now she's sure of it but. ]

I have no choice.

[offwithhishead]

You're all so cute in your belief that the world is black and white and everything is exactly as it seems. Nothing is like that. Everything in this town is designed only to make you miserable.

[Oh now that he wasn't letting go, fighting the urge to surge forward and grab her, shaking the answers out of her.]

Regina is the one who what? Are you accusing her of the murder you've been accused of?

[cinnamoning]

That's not true! There's happiness in Storybrooke. Maybe not for me but...

[ But there is, there must be. ]

No! I - I know she knows. She told me she knows I didn't kill anyone.

[ why is she even having this conversation. ]

[offwithhishead]

For who?

[Then he did take a step forward, a single step.]

Tell me who in Storybrooke has found happiness? Name one person.

[He held himself still, not advancing more than that.]

How would she know that?

[cinnamoning]

Ashley!

[ it's the best one she can think of. Ashley and her boyfriend and their baby. ]

She's happy.

...I don't know how Regina knows. But she does.

[offwithhishead]

[He actually considered that, lips pursing a moment.]

So, possibly one person in a town of how many? One who only found happiness when? In the last few months? I wonder why that is. Maybe we should ask Emma.

As for Regina, don't you question that? Don't you want to know how she of all people knows that you're innocent. Emma believes it, certainly, but she doesn't know. How does Regina?

[cinnamoning]

I don't know how Regina knows. Perhaps she - knows who did it and she's blaming it on me.

[offwithhishead]

Perhaps. So many perhaps and maybes, isn't there. All of them around Regina.

[cinnamoning]

What are you saying? Are you saying Regina did it all...why?

[offwithhishead]

Nownow. I didn't say that. You did.

[cinnamoning]

You implied it and I -

She was Regina's friend.

[offwithhishead]

And you went right down that rabbit hole with me, didn't you?

You honestly believe that Regina has friends? Are you that naive?