[As soon as the dagger is mentioned, Regina's attention snaps sharply toward Hook, and she focuses on him with a condemning glare.]
He has the dagger?
[No, she doesn't think it's a good idea. In her opinion, Hook has yet to make himself particularly useful. Just this year, he has been under the Dark One's control -- and that was when it was still firmly tethered to a person who could, at least, be reasoned with. For all they know, the dagger without the Dark One might just be useless, but they can't be sure.]
With all due respect, but I think it should be me who has it.
[She speaks with crystal clear enunciation, making no effort to hide the contempt she feels. Hook could never hope to handle the dagger. Regina thinks back to holding it when she was freeing the fairies from the sorcerer's hat; how even then, she'd felt the darkness seeping into her, tugging at her consciousness. Anyone but an experienced magic user would be hopeless to keep it on them at all times.
Speaking of magic; she once more turns back toward Emma.]
As for your magic, I agree. It would be better if you don't try for now -- at least not without my supervision. And I'd prefer to have more information first. About how magic works here, about the Dark One's curse...
[She expels a loud, frustrated sigh as she combs a hand through her hair; a concession to her true feelings. Incredibly restless, upset about this whole situation. She can feel it brewing right beneath the surface.
Damn, she doesn't have time for this now, so she shoves her feelings down and straightens herself up again, emitting authority. Emma and Hook are confused and can be somewhat hapless altogether, so clearly it's on her to take the reins.]
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He has the dagger?
[No, she doesn't think it's a good idea. In her opinion, Hook has yet to make himself particularly useful. Just this year, he has been under the Dark One's control -- and that was when it was still firmly tethered to a person who could, at least, be reasoned with. For all they know, the dagger without the Dark One might just be useless, but they can't be sure.]
With all due respect, but I think it should be me who has it.
[She speaks with crystal clear enunciation, making no effort to hide the contempt she feels. Hook could never hope to handle the dagger. Regina thinks back to holding it when she was freeing the fairies from the sorcerer's hat; how even then, she'd felt the darkness seeping into her, tugging at her consciousness. Anyone but an experienced magic user would be hopeless to keep it on them at all times.
Speaking of magic; she once more turns back toward Emma.]
As for your magic, I agree. It would be better if you don't try for now -- at least not without my supervision. And I'd prefer to have more information first. About how magic works here, about the Dark One's curse...
[She expels a loud, frustrated sigh as she combs a hand through her hair; a concession to her true feelings. Incredibly restless, upset about this whole situation. She can feel it brewing right beneath the surface.
Damn, she doesn't have time for this now, so she shoves her feelings down and straightens herself up again, emitting authority. Emma and Hook are confused and can be somewhat hapless altogether, so clearly it's on her to take the reins.]