You're not afraid Baelfire will be taken from you. You're afraid he'll leave.
Sometimes the people we should fear the most are the ones closest to us.
Death is final, Felix. Their suffering... will be eternal.
— No, my boy, the real problem for you is that there is no escaping Neverland. No one gets off this island without my permission.
— I've done it before.
— Did you? Look where you are now. It's like you never left.
— You saying you let me go?
— I'm saying everyone's where I want them.
A child can't have a child, Rumple! I'm sorry but it's true. Don't fight it.
— It's time, Henry. Time to save magic, to save Neverland.
— What do I have to do?
— You must give me your heart, Henry... the heart of the truest believer.
— You mean... I have to believe?
— No, Henry. I mean, you need to give me your heart.
— But... what will happen to me?
— You'll become the greatest of all heroes.
I remember looking at you... The littlest babe, helpless and all mine. Those big, big eyes just full of tears, pulling at me, pulling away my name, my money, my time. Pulling away any hope of making my life into something better for myself. This pink, naked, squirming little larva, that wanted to eat my dreams alive and never stop. Wh... What are you now? A... A couple hundred? Can't I be free of you?
— You hear that, too? You're Emma, right? I wonder why they can't hear the crying.
— Who are you?
— Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter. Peter Pan.