Felicity heard her old mentor choke. Were there tears? She did not care. Felicity understood, She wanted to say farewell before she went off on some suicide mission.

“This will be the last time we meet, huh?” Her arm steadily shook as she struggled to hold the blade. Memory upon memory slammed and shoved around her mental space. Felicity hardly felt like she was there; the coastline was but a distant shade of shape and form. Unpleasant, joyful, horrific, enlightened, traumatic memories all flashed before her eyes. What was beyond them, Felicity had no clue. Ashla’s back, with a knife pressed against it was the likely guess.

“Chasing revenge?” Felicity croaked.

Words seemed to brush her ear drums, shaken and shy. Yet, the language felt messed up and tangled. She heard nothing but gibberish, although it was a language they both spoke. “You…” she growled, the memories still rolling through her head, unstoppable. She felt that familiar rage vibrating her bones.

“You took time out of my day…”

“F#1!c!t7.“

“Had me come out here to this miserable rock…”

“P1e@$e!”

“Just to announce to the brat you kicked around like dirt…”

Tears fell from her eyes as she practically screamed the words, still somehow quiet.

“Just to announce that you’re going back to your old ways?!”