Nyssa's not there when Laurel dies, but she wonders as she makes her way back to Star City if Laurel died how she wanted to. Laurel's always said that the life she's led - a good end would be a privilege. But she's also said that someone once told her there are no good ways to die.

And Nyssa's inclined to agree with the latter.

After all, dying at Damian Darhk's hand, even if the arrow was aimed at Thea, cannot by any means have been a pleasant death. Nyssa's not sure such a thing even exists, and this is coming from an assassin who has inflicted death on hundreds. At the same time, though, Nyssa thinks as she prepares to knock on Quentin Lance's door, she also knows Laurel wouldn't really have it any other way. She loves Thea - a fact Nyssa is painfully reminded of when she finds the door opened by none other than Thea Queen herself, her eyes blotchy with tears.

"Nyssa..."

"Miss Queen," Nyssa says politely.

"What are you doing here?"

"Laurel was my friend."

"I think you and I both know she was a lot more to you than that," Thea says, and her voice is thick with emotion.

(Nyssa has the sudden, mad urge to laugh as she remembers Thea walking in on her and Laurel on the couch, and Thea's eyes widening and her turning on her heel and leaving as quickly as she came, yelling something about putting a sock on the door next time.)

"You are correct," Nyssa says, and she's suddenly overcome with emotion and has to turn away hastily to hide the tear falling from her eye. "Which is why… I thought it prudent to at least pay my respects."

"Come in," Thea says unexpectedly. Surprised, Nyssa steps inside, and she feels the ghost of Laurel immediately the moment she sets foot in the oh so familiar apartment.

"How are you feeling?" Nyssa asks, more because she can't stand the silence than because she wants to really converse with her.

"I'm okay," Thea says, even though it's clear she's anything but. "I - feel like it's my fault."

"She died how she lived, Thea," Nyssa tells her. "Protecting the people she loved. And she loved you, very much."

Thea's eyes scrunch shut for a moment, as though she's steeling herself. "I know she did. But she loved you too," Thea replies, and the two of them nod in acknowledgement of each other.

"Where is Mr Lance?" Nyssa asks after a moment. But at this Thea shakes her head.

"I - he's in a state."

"I would like to see him."

Thea points to Laurel's bedroom, and, closing her eyes, Nyssa goes inside, wishing she could force out the many memories she had made in that very room. She finds Quentin sitting on the bed, staring into nothingness, Laurel's Black Canary mask in his hands.

"Captain Lance," she starts to say, and immediately he looks up.

"Oh," he says, "it's you."

"I am so very sorry for your loss."

"Yeah, I bet you are."

"To lose one daughter is unimaginable, but for it to be both children..."

"You and I have never been on the same side of things," Quentin says, "so why are you really here?"

"To pay my respects," she says, unperturbed by his abruptness.

And to her surprise he looks apologetic for a moment. "Of course. Laurel - thought of you as a friend."

"Just as I thought of her. She brought me comfort during one of the most difficult times of my life. The world - my world especially - will be a darker place without her."

"Then why aren't you doing something about it?" he says.

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

Nyssa looks closer, and when she does, she sees how bloodshot his eyes are. "Laurel - when she brought back Sara, she said she did it through this thing called a Lazarus Pit. Something that could revive the dead. Something that was your father's. Something Oliver used to bring back Thea."

"I would do anything for your daughter," Nyssa says sincerely, "anything at all. I -"

"- loved her?" Quentin says.

In a rare moment Nyssa instantly loses her composure, spluttering. "I - how did you..."

"She never told me," Quentin says, "but I could see it. In her eyes. There was a time, a brief time, last year, when she was happy. Truly happy. And the funny thing about grief is that it puts things into perspective. Makes you put two and two together."

"We were never together," she admits. "Not really. But I did love her. I - know it cannot be easy -"

"- having someone tell me they loved both my daughters? Been there, done that. And - whatever your faults, at least I can't blame you for my daughter's death like I did with Oliver."

"I am so very sorry," she says again, aware that her words sound hollow when she can feel the sharp pain of Laurel's absence slicing so deeply through her heart. "Not just for your loss. I - you said I could do something about Laurel's death. I cannot. For I destroyed the Pit months ago."

Quentin sighs. "And it's one of a kind, right?"

"No," Nyssa answers after a moment, and Quentin looks up hopefully. "There is another. Belonging to my sister, Talia."

"So why can't we use it?"

"I do not even know my sister's whereabouts, much less if she will allow me to use her Pit for my own ends. Besides which - it would be selfish of us, of me, given the side effects of resurrecting someone with it."

"You mean the bloodlust that Sara went through."

"Yes. Thea, too. And unlike with Thea there will be no cure for it. None but killing the one who killed her."

But at this Quentin gets to his feet. "If you're saying that's what we have to do," he says determinedly, "then do it. Do whatever you have to. We'll deal with the consequences later. I just - I can't lose my baby girl. Not after losing Sara twice."

"But -"

"But nothing. You say you loved her?"

"With everything in me," Nyssa replies instantly.

"Then you would do whatever it takes to get her back."

"Even if it comes at a price?"

"It's a price I'm willing to pay," Quentin says firmly. "And if you loved her, you would too. In a heartbeat."