"You--" She pointed at him, shifting from mad to terribly sad in the span of half a second. "You died! You just-- left-- you can't-- you're not allowed to just--"

Swan off, make her fall in love, declare that he was going to sacrifice himself, and die. She puffed out a breath, fixing him with a desperate look. She wasn't sure how experienced he was with loss, but it hurt. If she had to chose between going through it again and getting herself popped off, she'd probably pick option number two.

"Promise me you'll never do anything like that, ever again."