This place has opened up Pandora's proverbial box when it comes to the negative feelings he's managed to compartmentalize. Some of them he's tangled with since getting back to Starling City - fear, helplessness, distrust. But panic is something that belongs to the island. Panic belongs to the roar of the ocean and to a torturer's knife.
Oliver presses back into his corner, sinking into the blanket and trying to remember how to breathe. "This isn't helping. Let me go."
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This place has opened up Pandora's proverbial box when it comes to the negative feelings he's managed to compartmentalize. Some of them he's tangled with since getting back to Starling City - fear, helplessness, distrust. But panic is something that belongs to the island. Panic belongs to the roar of the ocean and to a torturer's knife.
Oliver presses back into his corner, sinking into the blanket and trying to remember how to breathe. "This isn't helping. Let me go."