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[This post? So anonymous. Literally as anonymous as a time traveler from 2166 can make it.]

For the sake of curiosity, how would a person fulfill their "good works" quota if they are not typically one for high levels of socialization—especially of the overtly sexual kind?

[Someone's looking at you, Sara "No Pants" Lance. Discreetly, however. Anonymous.]

Thank you for your time.

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[Though she's no doubt right about Rip's opinions regarding this other city, that's rather not the point. No, Sara herself already knows exactly what he'll say, how he'll look and tighten his jaw when that name falls from her lips. Really, he should have guessed--and on some level Rip almost can't blame her.

Almost.]

Oh, and you just decided to believe them then, hmm? [Worse, she hasn't checked to see if Laurel's now somehow alive, or if the timeline has been altered, or if Star City is somehow plummeting to disaster now that a person who wasn't present before has been brought back into the mix.] You, of all people, should understand how bloody dangerous such a change can be.

[leaguer]

( there's a heavy sigh on her end, taking the bite of rip's words without so much as flinching otherwise. though nearly every part of her just begs her to defend herself and her actions, spit back how hypocritical he sounds, given the nature of everything they came to, why he assembled their team —

they've been through this song and dance before. the last time, there'd been a knife pressed to his throat before he knocked her out. this time, there's a screen between them, and a lot of experiences that she can't even begin to articulate to him.

her eyes close and she shakes her head, insists, ) I know. I know. ( but it doesn't mean that she regrets her decision, and sara knows that there's a part of rip that understands that. where would he be if laurel hadn't recklessly gone against human nature itself, taken sara to the lazarus pit when she was long gone? sara knows where she would be. )

Once I left Eudio — I was a little too preoccupied with the matters at hand to drop by Star City for a visit. Merlyn, Chicago, the Amulet — trying to stop a certain film student in the 60s from getting kidnapped — The Spear —

I got yanked here before I could even consider going back.