She's even more beautiful than he remembered. Hair longer and slipping free from countless intricate braids. Windswept and striking and even in his shock Oliver can't take his eyes from her.

But he can't die here.
He won't.
There are betrayals that will be answered in blood and death and pain.

Oliver sets his jaw against the pain. Sets his will against it and pushes hard. He has endured worse. He will continue to endure if only for the sake of revenge.

A weak cough that sends fire through him and he grabs onto that pain, using it to anchor him in the world around him. He extends a hand. "Pain and I came to an understanding a long time ago."

Because even now, even after fighting for his life, running and fighting to simply stay alive, Oliver trusts her.