He wasn't real. At least not as he believed himself to be. Right. Maybe he was having memory issues when it came to how he'd gotten here, but there were other things he specifically remembered. Like how to toe the line and pretend he was just another soldier while working from within to sow the seeds of rebellion. So he made all the right faces and said all the right things and signed at the dotted line and then turned to study his first real test.

A person.

Oliver had never been a true soldier. The unit he'd masqueraded in had been nothing more than barely civilized brutes. But he could recognize one when he saw one and that's what he saw here. Discipline. Maybe that meant a sense of justice, but it could as easily mean someone who followed the party line. Who only followed orders.

He slid into his Oliver persona and offered the man a wry smile and a hand. "Oliver Queen. I think."