[ The look Sara Lance gives the sky, and then her own ship, is not anywhere near the ballpark of kind. Whoever the hell was behind this was going to have a lot to answer for after today. But Sara doesn't shirk. She started this, even if she assumed wrong that Felicity had to have known, she has to say it now. She hopes wherever she is at that place under the Eiffel Tower, that Felicity is sitting. ] It's still Oliver, but he's not our Oliver.
[ Except he is. Just like the Oliver from 2046 was still hers and theirs, too. But. Just. The one from 2046. Too. It's complicated. Time was. This was going to be. ]
At least not the one from our home, our time. Yours. Or even this place's. In 2017. [ It got a lot more tricky to really pick and parcel where exactly the time The Legends belonged to, given most of their time was in other times or in the Temporal Zone. She's looking hard at the ship, but she says it. ]
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[ The look Sara Lance gives the sky, and then her own ship, is not anywhere near the ballpark of kind. Whoever the hell was behind this was going to have a lot to answer for after today. But Sara doesn't shirk. She started this, even if she assumed wrong that Felicity had to have known, she has to say it now. She hopes wherever she is at that place under the Eiffel Tower, that Felicity is sitting. ] It's still Oliver, but he's not our Oliver.
[ Except he is. Just like the Oliver from 2046 was still hers and theirs, too.
But. Just. The one from 2046. Too. It's complicated. Time was. This was going to be. ]
At least not the one from our home, our time. Yours. Or even this place's. In 2017. [ It got a lot more tricky to really pick and parcel where exactly the time The Legends belonged to, given most of their time was in other times or in the Temporal Zone. She's looking hard at the ship, but she says it. ]
The Oliver out here: he's from October 2015.
[ To be clear. ] He thinks I died a few days ago.