"It isn't that easy. It isn't as easy as... practicing and remembering."

Though he has practiced. Pushed himself into fragile admissions of the truth. It's started to feel less like he's giving something up. More like he's paying out, somehow - earning the patience of friends and family.

"It won't change what I do."

Except what he does is who knows how far from here in a city that these people have never heard of. Oliver touches the exposed shell where it comes up to a gap in the floor. "I scare people," he says, quietly. "When I have to I kill people."