Jeanette & Hook
Christ, was she serious? The trees were alive? "Sentient trees, suppose I shouldn't be surprised," Killian sighed, but he'd take the advice and...not break any more branches. In fact, he decided to mark the path with the tip of his sword instead though he, like Jeanette, assumed that it'd be erased by some impish creature (or tree) as soon as they continued on. Still, it was worth a shot - and he had to at least try.
That seemed to be the theme of this whole excursion. Had to at least try.
"Everything but the evil trees sounds exactly like Storybrooke, though that was a curse - and True Love's kiss broke it. Doesn't look like that's happening here." Or so he assumed. He actually didn't wish for the young lad Henry to appear, to test for certain whether a mother's love would be enough to relieve the horrors of Marrowood. "And believe me when I say I'm about as far from heroic as you are."
Practical, pragmatic, a survivor. Too burdened by those stupid glimmers of good that remained in the caverns of his charcoal heart.