Laurel wasn't sure what he was talking about, not hundred percent. She sighs as she joined him on her fathers couch, she had been staying with him for a few days, mainly not wanting to be alone, mainly not wanting to crowd Oliver, they both had been grieving their best friend. Her hand touched his, she had to touch him, "you are not to blame, Oliver."
Oliver... just about anyone alive right now in the Glades is alive because of what you did or what your mother did because of you. And that's a whole lot more people than would have been alive if both those things had exploded.
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Oliver... just about anyone alive right now in the Glades is alive because of what you did or what your mother did because of you. And that's a whole lot more people than would have been alive if both those things had exploded.
It's not... it's not failure.