They walked through the forest. The island felt wild, dangerous, and prison-like. Felicity heard a click. Her blood went cold. "Dig?" He turned around, and they both looked fearfully at where her foot was. Dig knelt down and scraped away the dirt with his blade. "It's a mine. I'm going to see if I can disarm it."

"You can't!" They looked turned their heads to see Oliver up high in a tree. He had his bow and arrows with him. "Diggle, back away." He looked at Felicity. "Felicity. Don't move." He aimed, ans hot an arrow, and Dig and Felicity followed it with their eyes. Oliver swung, a rope holding him. He caught Felicity, the blast throwing all of them to the ground.

Felicity panted, Oliver almost on top of her. "You're really sweaty." Oliver would have laughed, or even smiled in any other case. Diggle raised his head. "You are a hard man to find." Oliver looked away from both of them. "You shouldn't have come here."

Oliver carried his bow and arrows inside, the others following him inside the crashed plane. As Oliver set his weapons down Diggle said, "I would have emailed, but this place isn't exactly a Wifi hotspot." Oliver said nothing. "This is where you lived when you were here?" Felicity asked. Her tone was almost disapproving, and it was, the place was swamped with plants and it was also a crashed plane.

She looked around again. "I mean, you know, the first time that you were here." Oliver slipped a shirt on. He looked at Felicity, then looked away. "For some of it." Felicity gave him a look. "Can you al least pretend you're happy to see us?" He swallowed, strangely quiet. "Me and Diggle have spent weeks tracking you down, we travelled halfway across the world, and this morning we flew in a plane so old, I think I was safer jumping out of it."

She almost scoffed. "I mean, at least offer us a water. Or a coconut." Oliver turned away, and opened one of the grey crates he had, and pulled out a bottle of water, and he gave it to her. "Fresh out of coconuts." He paused, and he almost smiled, but he didn't. "I am happy to see you." He took a step back. "I know why you're here. I'm not coming back to Starling City."

"I can't, my mission, my father list, was a fool's crusade, and I failed. Malcom Merlyn destroyed the Glades." Felicity looked at him, sympathy on her face. Oliver was sweaty. He looked dirty and tired. He held himself with a sadness. "Tommy died," he added quietly.

"The Hood couldn't stop it. Don't ask me to put it on again," he said, shaking his head. "Ever."

He turned away, breathing deeply. Diggle put down his water. "This isn't about you being the vigilante, this is about you being Oliver Queen." Oliver exhaled. "Your mothers' in prison, Oliver. Her trial's coming up. You want her to go it alone? Your family needs you." Felicity pursed her lips. She told him about how the company was being taken over, and how he needed to help.

As she talked about how thousand of people would lose their jobs, a pained look came over Oliver and he clenched his teeth together. Then Diggle came in. "We get you needed time. Believe me. I've been there. After what happened, nobody came blame you for leaving." Oliver sighed, looking down.

"But it's time to come home." Oliver raised his head and looked at him.

"We get it, Oliver."

Oliver swallowed. "No. You don't. I'm not coming back."

Felicity gave him a look. "Oliver." He looked at both of them. "You want to know why I came back here?" He looked like he was going to cry. "This place. This island was hell for me. I came back because I failed everyone. My family. My..friends." Felicity opened her mouth to speak. "I came back here because I deserve to be in hell!" He breathed hard, his eyes wild, and tears clouding his eyes.

He ran out. "Oliver!" Felicity called after him. Diggle swallowed. "We gotta find him. Come on."

Oliver went to the big rock he and his friends had discovered long ago. He crouched on top of it. He forgot to take weapons with him, but he didn't really have anyone to fear. The other two found him. Felicity was panting. "We. Have been looking. For you. For. Hours." Oliver sighed. "I needed to think. Diggle looked at his best friend.

"Do you really believe you belong in hell?" Oliver glanced at him. "Yeah. After everything I've done, I should rot here." Felicity inhaled, then exhaled. "Oliver, you were trying to help the city." He shook his head. "Not all of it happened in Starling City." Diggle glanced at the trees, as well as Felicity. "Oh. But Oliver, you were trying to survive."

There was a snap, so faint and far away. But someone was there. Oliver's head snapped to the side, peering into the trees. "What is it?" Oliver narrowed his eyes. "Someone is there." The other two looked in the direction, eyes wide. Diggle tossed him his bow and quiver. "Figured you might appreciate it," he told him.

Oliver nodded, and shot an arrow into a branch, the rope carrying him into the tree. The he was on island mode. Felicity and Diggle saw the shift. His eyes held no emotion, just a sharpness. He moved silently, and gracefully, yet his actions were quick. Precise. He leapt into another tree, running along the branches, and he was out of sight.

Felicity frowned. "Did we just let him run off again?" Diggle groaned.