[He makes a point to not draw on the boy, not yet at least. He's already gotten his lesson in drawing his bow on people he doesn't recognize, and, honestly? Oliver isn't keen on making his list of enemies even longer.
Quietly, the archer comes up to the edge. People, yet not people. Only shells. It reminded him of the Mirakuru, in a distant way, all instinct and aggression and no thought. Still, these are new to him. Those things outnumber the living.
Oliver doesn't speak, not immediately. The situation before him is more important than polite conversation. The Arrow doesn't even do polite conversation. That's only for Oliver Queen, when it's necessary.]
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Quietly, the archer comes up to the edge. People, yet not people. Only shells. It reminded him of the Mirakuru, in a distant way, all instinct and aggression and no thought. Still, these are new to him. Those things outnumber the living.
Oliver doesn't speak, not immediately. The situation before him is more important than polite conversation. The Arrow doesn't even do polite conversation. That's only for Oliver Queen, when it's necessary.]
Try not to fall.