Felicity P.O.V

I entered the league's secret base and asked one of the guards where Nyssa was. He escorted me towards her chambers. As nervous as I was, I couldn't back down now. I had made my choice and I'm gonna stick to it. I just can't help feeling that this is wrong.

Sara P.O.V

I ran to the open balcony hoping to see Felicity. I didn't. She was gone. And it was Laurel's fault this time.

"Sara?"

"How are we supposed to tell dad, his daughter is gone, again because of you, Laurel?" I said, rage and sadness beginning to take over every normal instinct I had. "Why did you say that?"

"I'm glad she left. It was hard enough. Knowing she died at the hands of a madman. It was hard enough. To think she was dead. She should've stayed that day. Because she's dead to me either way!" Laurel responded, not a hint of remorse for what she'd done to her sister?

"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?!?!?! SHE'S OUR SISTER!" I shouted at her, something inside me snapping at her lack of remorse.

Oliver P.O.V

I heard shouting and my head snapped back towards the balcony. Sara was shouting, at Laurel? What'd she do this time? I headed over towards the balcony in full Arrow attire.  Jumping onto the balcony I asked; "What happened? Why did Felicity run out of the place crying?" My voice was low and threatening

"Felicity left." Laurel replied blankly.

"And it's her fault!" Sara added, glaring daggers at her other sister. "Why couldn't you just have been happy...."

"Because, she shouldn't have come back!"

"And I shouldn't have let you come over!"

"HEY! Just tell me what happened!" I shouted.

Felicity P.O.V

"And you're sure you want to come back?"

"Yes."

"Very well Wûyé Lanbóshì. Do you swear your allegiance to the league and the league only?"

"I do."

"You are now a member of the league." Nyssa seemed a little hesitant to bring me back to the league. However, I was an Al Ghual when I left. I wonder if I still am.

Oliver P.O.V

To say I was annoyed would be too modest. I was p***ed (gotta keep it kid friendly) at Laurel for what she said to her sister.

"She's your sister Laurel. How could you say that to her?" I finally asked, though it came out more as a murmur.

"Because, it's the truth. So what? It hurt her, big deal. Where was she when we were hurting the past 10 years? All that hurt was because of her. I lost my job because of her. I ruined my life, because of her!"

"I can't belive you Laurel. It's not her fault you chose that path."

"If she wasn't so weak, then she wouldn't have been captured and this never would've happened! IT'S ALL HER FAULT!" By this point Laurel was a crying, self-pitying mess.

"It's not her fault. It's mine." I whispered.