I guess. Old lovers have a way of opening old wounds. Lovers. Sounds creepy no matter how you say it.
Oliver
Felicity, I want you to know that whatever experiences you had to go through, I'm glad that you did to shape the person that you are today. And you know how I feel about her.
I know you're trying to protect me, Ollie, but I'm not helpless.
Oliver
I've never seen you that way. But Laurel, I'm always gonna watch out for you. And it's not because I think you're helpless, it's because I care about you.
To do what I do, Barry, takes conviction. But more often than not is the will to do what's ugly. Every time I do that, I'm... I'm trading away little pieces of myself. So you asked what's wrong with me. That's... That's what's wrong. Because the part that I'm trading away is Oliver Queen. And lately I've been feeling like there is nothing left. Except the Arrow.
I think you're full of crap. Look, you've convinced yourself that everything you've been through took away your humanity. But I think it's because of your humanity that you made it through. You wouldn't have survived, much less come out the other end a hero, somebody who wants to do good, if you didn't have a light inside of you.
I arrived the same year as Ta-Er Al-Sahfer. She was a great warrior. You did not kill her. When you face the demon, it will be my duty to bear witness. I have no desire to watch you die. Under our code, you have 12 hours to settle your affairs. The 13th hour, be at this place. This location is consecrated ground for the league. A place for the settlement of blood debts - if one survives the climb. If you do.
I don't doubt that. I don't doubt that you can beat him. I am terrified that you won't kill him. Because that's not who you are anymore. And I am so afraid that Ra's al Ghul will use your humanity against you.
Oliver
Felicity, I honestly don't know if I'm a killer anymore. But I do know two things - the first is that whoever I am, I am someone who will do whatever - whatever - it takes to save my sister.
I was 11 years old when I killed my first man. I remember the look in his face when the light went out behind his eyes. Such a sudden change, almost imperceptible, between life and death. And I felt ashamed. I had stolen from that man the most precious gift of all - life. But I also felt something else - pride, because I had taken up arms against someone who sought to do ill against my family. And I realized what I had done was necessary. You see... I had replaced evil with death. And that... is what the League exists to do. And I have killed several thousand more men since then. And the world is better for it.
For what? Maybe you could be a little more specific: Letting us think you were dead? For weeks? Or by abandoning every principle you claimed to have by getting into bed with Malcom Merlyn?
When you were gone... for almost a month... I allowed myself to fantasize. To dream that maybe, just maybe... Merlyn was wrong. That you were alive. That you'd come back.
And that when you did, maybe you'd be different. That almost dying would give you a new perspective on life. That you would do things differently...
Before you left, the last thing you said was that you loved me. Now you're back... And the first thing you tell me is that you're working with the man who turned your sister... who you're supposed to love... into a killer, who killed a woman you used to love. I don't want to be a woman you love.
I know what you're going to say, but I risked myself for this city while you were gone. That should earn me some respect.
Oliver
This isn't about respect. And it's not about you risking your life. I understand that you miss Sara. And I understand when you go out there like this, all of that pain goes away.
Go to hell, Oliver. You don't get to play that card with me. Ever. And if there is anyone who is using adrenaline to hide the pain of real feelings and real life, it's you.
No! We need this. Oliver, you were gone, dead, at least we thought you were, and we had to go on with our lives and doing that meant not doing things your way.