"Monsters don't belong in paradise." And that's what he is at his core. Violence and death from the shadows. "You belong here. I don't."

Even if he were to walk away from the League, what would he do? He can't go home. He's not the Oliver Queen that he used to be, isn't sure he could even pretend as much.

"I'll watch over them," he swears quietly, almost as if he could read her thoughts circling back to her family. To Laurel. "They won't know I'm there, but I can do that much."

Laurel.
Tommy.
Thea.

"Get me back on the water."