things you said with too many miles between us + laurel/nyssa
Her sources say, “The Black Canary is dead,” and Nyssa pretends to accept it.
Nyssa says, “I’m sorry I didn’t do enough for you,” at her funeral, and the finality settles in her stomach like a stone.
Laurel says, still bleary and half-drowned from the pit, “Who... Who are you?”
Nyssa says, her hands trembling, “Rest. I’ll explain later.”
Laurel says, no longer remembering that her name is Laurel, says, “Yeah, Central City seems like a pretty cool place. Maybe I’ll go visit someday.”
And Nyssa says, Oliver’s arrow pointed at her heart, Laurel’s grave unearthed, the Black Canary dead, “She’s miles and miles away.”
Oliver snarls at her, and Nyssa feels a surge of pride. Confidence in her decision. “She’s too far away,” Nyssa says. “And neither of us will ever see her again.”
Oliver says, “What did you do?”
Nyssa says, “I put her somewhere safe.”
