Queen Residence, Star City

Oliver arrives the home of the place that still belongs to his family: the Queens. When he fist reached the front doors, his mom had finally let him in, permitting him an entrance to route inside the mansion. The son and mother had exchanged their greets, expressing their delightfulness in seeing each other's appearances converged.

"I had a feeling you would show up one day. It's only time that's been so significant that I was forced to wait. In spite of it, it paid off. My son has returned with open arms", said Moira, levelling in the movement with Oliver's own. The last time Oliver and Moira had intertwined eyes was weeks ago.

Oliver moved his hand patched on his back-neck, giving a little knead on it. "I was...". Oliver, having been walking on, ceases his pace, turning to meet on his mother's face. He lowers his hand down to where he typically keeps it in. "I was distracted. Lots of work under my nose".

"I can see that", Moira comprehended, watching the appearance of Oliver. She went to describe on parts around Oliver's looks that made her consider her son is very exhausted. "With those aspects, I could tell straight away you've been keeping your mind someplace else".

Oliver crooked his lips upward. He quickly moulded them back in his habitual looks. His thoughts moving on something lays a weight on him. "I didn't come here to meet you regarding our reunion. It's about something else, something that maybe I could understand it better from you", said Oliver.

Moira nodded, understanding Oliver's needs from her. "Regarding on what in particular?", she asked.

Oliver rolled his eyeballs down, before rounding up at the same position of which directed its face-way to Moira. "About secrecy and lies", Oliver answered, causing Moira to stand a serious expression.


Miles off from Queen Residence...

By the streets. Large carriages held by a huge batch of lawbreakers. Everyone shifted from section to section, mounding an enormous amount of weapons cashed in a van. Their operation was halted and disturbed by several arrows implanted on every crate, that contains many guns. Those crates at once get exploded, flinging a lot of people back. They slowly tried to stand up. The impact drew a bit of strain on their joints to swiftly be motioned, but their faces are able to rotate. Rotating to where the attack was build from, their sighting stumbled upon a group of vigilantes. They leaps forth, throwing themselves over to every split group, fighting against them.


Queen Residence

Oliver and Moira settled in the living room, sitting on one sofa, where they're held close.

"You appear disturbed and very concerned about the things included in forming so many lies and secrets", Moira depicted.

"The benefit of it. The pain it will draw out. The embodiment of flames spread on every side, punishing us", Oliver regarded, showing what Moira had seen from Oliver's aspects. "We've used that same vile risk ever time when we believe there is something wrong in the family. Certainly it's not only between relatives of a family, it's also keeping secrets from your friends".

Moira, understanding what Oliver is trying to say, slightly lifts her head, stabled in degree. She knew the feelings dwelling in Oliver. It's only to do with pain, guiltiness, hurt and sadness. She can sympathise it for Oliver. She's perceptive of what Oliver is feeling. When she held the urge to persist in prolonging her secret concerning on her ties with Malcolm and keeping the truth on Thea actually being a son to a vicious murderer, it gave a blow so critical that it wounded her, a left of scars fastened inside her heart. "We only come to know what is power contained within the depths of the secrecy we lift in ourselves. The shallow vividness keeping us restrained from telling the people we love or don't of what we hide. It's a reflection of being petrified, hesitant or possibly we are not easy-going in sharing our big secrets", Moira explained. "All in all knows how many secrets I hid from you and Thea. Regardless of my sins, I did it all to protect you". Moira then shifts on the main concept behind the fixation of getting on secrecy. "I think what you are looking for Oliver is the main reason behind of its use. Keeping secrets is about protecting the ones you love, to most certainly hinder them from crossing a line, or to be more sharply specific: to not throw them in a pit where you will never view it as the same thing you adored before".

"I almost lost Thea at the cost of it; we almost lost her", Oliver deemed, receiving an agreeable nod from his mom.

Moira directing on looking at the dripper settled on the table. She extended a hand, growing it, fingers wrapped around the dripper's handle. She utilises it, pouring down on two cups, of which Moira had set, plummeting a sap of coffee pervaded on them. "That time, we almost lost her for good. It would've ended as a whole if my death turned in", Moira added. She remembered that moment of seconds in the past: Slade was just about to place a sword flinging directly at Moira's heart. That last second of just about to face death was when she realised Oliver had dived on Slade, battering him with a gun he took from Slade then shooting him multiple times in the lower section of his body so the latter wouldn't recover. "This was the time that made me learn my mistakes. Rather than lay low, I should be indulged on sharing with Thea of any secret I hold resolved on her".

Oliver merely shakes his head, respecting his mom's expression of changing her ways. It almost brightened a thought, causing him to forget what he proposed to himself that he would never do ever again: to not keep secrets. He partially made that word when he held a bit of a short-timed conflict with John Diggle, to the point when they finally reconciled and forgiven each other. That promise was already broken. Oliver swiped the thought away. He rolled his eyes on the cup, taking it nearer to his side. Oliver keeps Moira's idea in his possession, making sure it would be one of the ways he'd generate if he had to.


Miles off from Queen Residence...

Thea and Roy had reduced a batch of criminals down under their knees, prior to striking each of them by what rises their process of losing consciousness. They twirled around, perceiving Slade flooring a few that tried to low him off balance.

The three finally regrouped, resettling on sharing what they've taken out. The trio observed their surroundings, seeing only stacked motionless bodies everywhere, readied for the police to arrive and seize them. Understanding their enemies are down, not holding any state of standing up, they each shot a grappling hook, nosediving on a directed spot on a specified ledge of one big build, instantly pulling their bodies across.


Queen Residence

Oliver and Moira continued discussing on the views on secrecy.

"I hope you're not keeping secrets that's troubling you", Moira conveyed, feeling the certainty at hand concluded on Oliver's facial expression.

"You've known me since my arrival back at home from Lian Yu. You know how many troubles I've underwent; how easily I can knock them off from my bat", Oliver declared, subsequent to standing up. "Maybe I will be soon convinced that I can share my part of my secret story. Only when I know it's the right time".

"Be careful with what you are dealing with. Don't let yourself fall in the same mistakes I made", Moira warned.

"I will", Oliver proclaimed, displaying an assuring smile towards Moira. As soon as he said it, he immediately drifts away, curving to the direction of leaving the living room. As he reaches on to the exit line, he takes one turn in glancing back on Moira. "Until we meet again mom". At that final second, Oliver walked off, heading to his destination: leaving the mansion.

Inside Moira's mingled mark of thoughts, one of them created in thinking of what her son is hiding this time. Nevertheless of what it is, Moira is convinced that she will be shared of Oliver's true secret.