At least Felicity finally apologises for that time she broke up with Oliver because he didn’t confer with her about decisions to protect the life of his son who he didn’t know about until five seconds ago and don’t involve her in any way and she was so mad about it she overcame paralysis to literally walk away from him.
Isn’t that a fun memory?
Is it wrong that Peppy, Not-Dating-Oliver Felicity is enjoyable, and I’m now dreading the repercussions of Havenrock sneaking up to get her?
Well, that’s what happens when your street-level vigilante hero show plays the nuke card. And now we’re stuck with it.
Unless Felicity dies. Which would be fine.
You thought Felicity was bad enough when she was trying to hog the blame spotlight for Laurel’s death.
Well, get ready for her to legitimately have tens of thousands of deaths on her hands.
I don’t think we’re ready for that level of Felicity-pandering.
Brace. Your. Selves.