He didn't know what to say or think. This was his dad but it wasn't his dad. And this man had tried to save him from Pan at a point in his life just before his arrival here. Baelfire, the boy he had despised and feared for so long, was also his father. But wait? If this Gold wasn't his dad, maybe Baelfire wasn't either back home. Maybe that was just in his world. Whatever world that was.

The idea calmed him slightly, even if it turned out to be wrong, and he finally nodded at the man's words. After a long pause where he finally got his breathing under control, he managed to speak.

"Wa-Wasn't you." It was more a mutter than anything else. "Pan..." He was trying to say the real reason for his fear but the words didn't want to come out. So he tried something else. "You...magic? Dagger?"