In theory... deary. [Sorry. The rhyme was far too tempting to pass up. But he hesitates in speaking any more when he sees her expression. Yes, well. He doesn't really know what to expect from her in this.

He's been considering it for a long time, that moment when he sent her from his castle, to her death. It's one of two mistakes that haunt him, that fill his vision whenever he closes his eyes. Watching Belle disappear. Watching Bae disappear. And both times because of his own cowardice.

Well, at least he's somewhat self aware. He watches as she steps over towards him.]

Hope? [He echoes. And he hesitates just a moment before reaching a hand out to settle against her cheek.] I fear hope will only get you hurt, Belle, that it's nothing but a height to fall from. We both know what I am.