Sara still fits so perfectly in his arms. Oliver has not touched with such care, such gentleness in what feels like a lifetime. But it feels right that it's Sara, that she's the one he can draw in close, tip his head into the way she cups his face.
Maybe there could be another way. A way without having to go back to Nanda Parbat and exact his revenge. Sara shines so brightly here.
A nod. A small smile for only her. "Okay."
Oliver doesn't ask if she's certain, he doesn't ask if she wants to reconsider the decision. Sara wants to go with him and he wants her to. He's done with being alone, a shadow of steel and blood and death.
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Oliver has not touched with such care, such gentleness in what feels like a lifetime. But it feels right that it's Sara, that she's the one he can draw in close, tip his head into the way she cups his face.
Maybe there could be another way.
A way without having to go back to Nanda Parbat and exact his revenge.
Sara shines so brightly here.
A nod. A small smile for only her.
"Okay."
Oliver doesn't ask if she's certain, he doesn't ask if she wants to reconsider the decision. Sara wants to go with him and he wants her to. He's done with being alone, a shadow of steel and blood and death.