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Camilla was sat in the treehouse with her Navy cape wrapping round her. There was that small part of her which hated the fact that her father still managed to find a way to make her overthink a situation. She sat on the floor with nothing more than complete stress, she forgot completely that her dad was on the island with them. She knew she shouldn't have forgotten, but with everything which happened, it seemed to slip her mind. How could she have forgotten that the person who caused her so much pain was on the very island he took her from?
She tried her best to shake the feeling away, though the note in her hand had made her think about it more. Camilla knew that it might be best to get rid of it, but there was a part of her which didn't want to get rid of the note - it made her remember everything she ever felt, every bit of anger which flooded her whenever she used to talk about what he did. Though she knew that she shouldn't hold onto anger, it had always gotten her in the worst situations that it was normally a struggle to get out of.
Camilla knew that she should just rid herself of the cape and the note along with any other thought of her father, but she knew that there was no way that she'd ever be able to forget what he did. Her anger of the abuse he done to her was something which kept her fighting, kept her knowing that she needed to be strong enough to stop that from ever happening to anyone else.
She wrapped herself up more with the cape, trying to find more comfort within it as it used to - yet no matter how much she tried, there was this looming feeling of discomfort. She knew that it was because of knowing that Gold had given it to her, but no matter what she always found comfort with her cape. However, even this time she felt a little uncomfortable, though she tried her best to close her eyes in hopes that this feeling might go away.
Jade and Baelfire was sat within their home, the sunlight poured into their front room. They had sat in silence for most of the day as their thoughts took them away. Baelfire was doodling on a parchment of paper while Jade was fiddling with a dagger.
What had brought the two out of their thoughts was the creaking sound of the door opening and their father's voice. "Bae?"
The door shut itself as Rumple made his way over to his son. "A present." In his hands was a knife. "Something to sharpen your coal with."
Rumplestiltskin had then slammed it on the table beside Baelfire. Jade only rolled her eyes, despite the fact that she was somewhat glad that there was another weapon in the house - despite that the knife was small - though she was also glad that it was going towards Baelfire.
Bae had reached for it. "Where did you get it?"
Rumple had seemed almost too pleased with himself. "Oh, from a man who no longer needed it."
