It called to her.
Whispers at first, from peaceful times almost completely faded from her memory. Then it screamed in the voices of all those she had forsaken.
Almost against her will her feet moved her towards the sound. The sound of her damnation. The sound of death. On the bridge, in the lounge, to the box...
Sharp beeps rang out as she watched her own fingers type in the passcode. Such a harmless looking thing.
Be a hero in the light, Laurel's voice echoed with clarity through her mind. The light never wanted me, Sara thought.
Darkness had always had a place for her. Frost crept up her fingertips as they ran over the smooth black stone. If I had to pick a way to die, freezing wouldn't be the worst, Snart's voice almost sounded real.
But these words were from so long ago... Laurel had been talking to a girl she barely remembered. Sara Lance had died in the sea, even if her body lived. The Black Canary had been handed down. She had left so many pieces of herself in the past, and as she stood there, watching her skin go pale and cold, she realized she was no longer anything of substance.
Only a shadow, pretending to be alive.