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“I love you,” she whispers, and leans in to kiss him. One hand finds itself tangled in his dark hair while the other one holds on to the pulsing Excalibur with the souls of the past Dark Ones fighting to get free from its hold.
“I love you too,” he says against her lips as she pulls away.
He gives her a reassuring nod. He is ready.
Her face is wet with tears and her right hand is shaking. She can’t do this, can she? What if she turned the sword and stabbed herself instead? Then he would be rid of the darkness, and her family would be safe. She was the one who did this. She was the one who let the darkness take her, the one who turned him into a Dark One. Why should he die because of her mistakes?
“It’s okay,” he says softly, seeing the hesitation in her eyes. When she doesn’t move he gives her a pleading look, a pained look. That does it. He wants to make up for what he’s done, he wants to be remembered as a hero. She was the one who did this to him, and she can give him this – even if it’ll rip her heart in two.
He screams when the sword pierces his heart, and she wraps her arms around him, holding him steady as he caresses her face, his body growing weaker by the second.
The sword, now coated in his blood, disappears.
“No. No. No. No,” she murmurs, as he falls to the ground.
Emma Swan is sobbing over the dead body of Killian Jones.