"The weight was always there, it has always existed. Sometimes it's tolerable, and sometimes it crushes you. Sometimes you feel it. Usually at night."

As she lay in bed, she just stared upwards. She couldn't sleep. Felicity had killed people and even if there were grievances against the innocent, it still didn't ease her conscience. Eventually, she rolled out of her bed, dressed in just a tank top and panties and wrapped in a shawl. She moved out of the small room and through until she got out to the porch. It was still dark, the stars still shone above.

Looking up at the stars was the only time where Felicity felt like they weren't so far away. She liked to look up at them and think of Oliver, Oliver alive and happy…

Happy…

That seemed like so long ago.

A different lifetime.

"He's still out there, that's why you can't sleep."

Felicity turned to see Nyssa standing there behind her. As nice as it was not to be alone, it was so odd having Nyssa there...simply because Felicity felt like she would never be as good as the former League of Assassins assassin. She never felt like she'd actually be good enough to kill Darhk, to avenge Oliver. At the same time, there was something comforting knowing that she wasn't the only one who had come from a dark parentage.

"He's always one step ahead-"

"The real problem," Nyssa told her. "Is that you have not reached out for the help you require."

Felicity just stared at her.

"If you desire for me to accompany you on your hunt for Darhk, I will happily oblige," Nyssa told her. It surprised Felicity, only because Nyssa didn't seem to normally be a team player (outside of the League) when there wasn't a stake in it for her. And then it came. "But, I would like to present you with a piece of advice…."

Silence filled the gap for a moment.

All of Felicity's attention was on Nyssa, waiting for her advice. The journey to where she currently stood was one that she'd never expected...or ever wanted… The only thing that drove her now was Darhk's death. If Nyssa told her to stop...or something in that direction, Felicity didn't think that she'd be able to continue their partnership. No matter what happened next, one thing was still certain.

Damien Darhk had to die.

"Let us return to Star City...seek out the assistance of your team there-"

"No-"

Nyssa looked at her sternly. "You wish to wage war with the devil, please Felicity...heed my words...it will take more than just you and I." She was quiet again. "Let the people who loved Oliver Queen come together in order to take down his killer...you are not in this alone. As soon as you accept that, accept that there are people willing to help you with your weight...the sooner Darhk will be dead."

All she could think about was that she had to look unrecognizable by those that she loved back in Star City. How could she face them? How could she ask them to help her kill? How could she-

TBC…