[ Sara lets the silence roll. She knows Felicity, trusts Felicity even, to get what she meant and knows that if anyone else here was going to, Felicity would be right there with her feeling the weight of that truth. Sara continues to talk to other people, assigning areas to look through, waiting on Felicity. Who deserves the time to have her own reaction that isn't easy.
Even if it's probably a world easier than having it two feet from Oliver's face. Still, Sara can't help the grimace that forms at Felicity's words when they come. ]
That's not exactly how the whole time travel displaced thing works, Felicity.
[ It's not an easy thing to say, but it's easier to say it to Felicity, flat and honest, than it was just asking Oliver to trust her. Based on nothing more than who she was. If anything Sara would love to pretend to be as naive as Felicity's first comment, but she's fucked up enough of time too recently to let herself get away with such an emotional answer to a complicated question. Especially one that was as personal as Oliver Queen. ]
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Even if it's probably a world easier than having it two feet from Oliver's face.
Still, Sara can't help the grimace that forms at Felicity's words when they come. ]
That's not exactly how the whole time travel displaced thing works, Felicity.
[ It's not an easy thing to say, but it's easier to say it to Felicity, flat and honest, than it was just asking Oliver to trust her. Based on nothing more than who she was. If anything Sara would love to pretend to be as naive as Felicity's first comment, but she's fucked up enough of time too recently to let herself get away with such an emotional answer to a complicated question. Especially one that was as personal as Oliver Queen. ]