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Rumple shut the 7th book he had pointlessly look through.
"Useless" he stated, adding it to the growing pile.
"Well keep looking," Belle demanded, "these book are full of light magic. There has to be something in here that can help."
"If we wanted to boil a pot of tea, yes"
"So every time you try something nefarious its a smashing success but when I ask you to channel that power for good, you fail."
"I don't care what Merlin said," groaned Rumple, just about fed up with his wife's naivety, "To be able to turn darkness to light is a fools errand. To use darkness for light, that may be possible."
"I won't allow it" Belle exclaimed, smacking the counter like a child throwing a fit.
"Then we'll fail"
"Wait, what? This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here" Belle exclaimed storming out.
This woman Thought Rumple as he followed around the corner, "Belle. Belle, please, come back."
Belle turned throwing her hands the to the side "I don't want to hear any more justifi-"
Just as an arrow zipped past her head embedding its self in Rumples chest. He disappeard in a shimmer of green and Belle turned. "Gaston?" "He killed me, I just returned the favor."