No one here had been innocent of every little thing. If they had, they weren't surviving in this world long enough to experience otherwise. Jefferson had stopped keeping track of how long he and Emma had been there. Forever, it seemed like. He couldn't fault every little thing that happened. When a ray of light, no matter how bleak, shined through the cracks? He wasn't going to stop anyone from trying to grab it.
"It's alright." He breathed against her hair, stroking hands gingerly down her back and snugly around her sides. There was little that was alright.
Emma may have done awful things to try and leave but she hadn't done so for the hell of it. She thought she was releasing everyone. And Dark Magic? He knew what that did to people. Had he been worried for Killian and Emma? Absolutely. Shaking his finger at something that was done and could not be fixed was as pointless as trying to scoop their way out with a spoon.
"You just wanted to go home." He repeated what was already said, what he already knew. What he knew she wouldn't accept for poor behavior on her part.