He bit his lip, struggling to make words out of the war waging itself in his chest."I don't know what this makes me," he managed at last.Hook laughed, not unkindly. "It makes you whatever you want it to make you.

What was the point of being himself if he had to be alone?

Thats the trick of growing up. Nothing stays the same." Hook sounded oddly sympathetic. "You see the faults in everything. Including yourself.