The Huntsman knew of the worlds that lay beyond the Enchanted Forest, worlds that the Nexus did not touch but stood still outside of the world without magic as they had known Storybrooke. The details of that knowledge were vague, like broad paintstrokes without time taken to do more than highlight the fact that there were at least a dozen such worlds or realms. That some were with magic, some with magic unlike their own, and a few wholly without it. He still knew nothing of this Neverland beyond perhaps a passing mention of the name, a scrap overheard in waiting to report to the Queen of the latest outing she had sent him on but soon hushed up when he entered the room.

"Poison or potion?" He asked, attempting to understand the facts as the prince had laid them out and immediately thinking of what could be done or undone. "There is no poison without antidote, as there is no curse without a way to break it. There must be a way."

He had not done all he had already for the prince to die and Snow to not be allowed the happy ending she deserved.