"She told me that much," Oliver says with a nod, a bit of his lightness melting away with the reminder of the world she'd come from. He still sees her nearly drowning in a glass box sometimes, and wonders what kind of world would do that to someone as a test.

Probably a world not to different from his own, considering the journey he went through before he finally got home to Starling.

"Darrow's a bit nicer than your Chicago sounded like."