"Allow that I have little reason to bear ill will toward you in particular. We'll even concede that some good will has been bought. But not enough that you need lie to yourself in thinking you have secured my soul." One of Gold's hands agitatedly passed over his chin. "I have reason enough to want to go back even without need for my magic. Are you willing to abet that with the understanding that I am making no promises that would be foolish of anyone to accept as true in order to see that happen?"