He is weak, but he is not yet dead. Pain sings along his nerves, but he can breathe through it. Ignore it. It is not the first or the last time he has felt pain.

Oliver can hear her quiet reactions as they strip him free from his waterlogged and ragged clothes. Tattoos and scars that had come long after Lian Yu littered his skin, evidence of brutal struggle after struggle for survival. The League needed their members strong and the strong ones were the ones who did not die in training.

Paradise.
And he had landed in hell, taken in by the Demon himself.

"Good." His eyes drift closed. "You deserve paradise."