This uh, this doesn't seem right. I knew Laurel Lance for almost her entire life. She was my friend, and I loved her. Before she died, I was lucky enough to hear her tell me that she loved me too. Laurel Lance became a lawyer to help people who may have appeared helpless. She wanted to give a voice to the silent, but just being a lawyer wasn't enough... She wanted to do more for those people and for this city because she loved this city so much. By now, everyone knows that Laurel was killed in the Iron Heights prison riot, and while it's true that she was an Assistant District Attorney, that's not what she was doing there that night. Before she died, Laurel told me the truth. Laurel Lance was the Black Canary, and for the past few days, I have had to sit and listen to people try and paint the Black Canary as a criminal. She was not a criminal; she was a hero. She was a hero in every way that a person can be, and if Laurel were here, I know that she would expect all of us to live up to the example that she set. She'd want us to save our city.
Oliver Queen: I spoke to Laurel.
Felicity Smoak: When did she become Laurel? She's not Laurel. Not "Laurel" Laurel. She's not our Laurel, okay? Not...
Oliver Queen: Okay, Felicity, I'm... I can't pretend to understand parallel worlds. But if I'm going to believe in them, and... and I kind of have to now, then I need to believe that differences are caused by circumstances. So why can't we change this Laurel's circumstances?
Felicity Smoak: You think that you can save her? After she's thrown in with Prometheus?
Oliver Queen: Under duress. I just... I think I can reach her.
Felicity Smoak: When did you find the time to get a PhD in psychology?
Oliver Queen: I'm a quick study.