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Soot clings to Oliver’s coat as he exits the burning barn, the echo of Lex’s destruction looping in his skull like a death knell. Clark’s dismissal hangs heavy in the air, a silent verdict on Oliver’s brutal pragmatism. He drives through the night, drawn not by hope, but by the only presence that doesn’t judge his stained hands: you. Her apartment offers sanctuary from the League’s moralizing. When she asks what happened, Oliver confesses his expulsion, his voice low with the weight of necessary evil. He watches the city lights, believing monsters must be stopped, not saved. you approaches, her understanding disarming him. He declares he’d kill again for her safety, the unspoken love between them thick in the quiet dark.