That voice. He knew that voice, although his memories placed it with somewhere far less dark than here. For as crazy as Central City could be, he never really associated it with darkness like he did Star City. Or this place, from what he'd seen thus far. But there was Barry Allen coming toward him and he wasn't sure whether he was relieved or disappointed to see him. The more familiar faces he saw, the more he worried who else was here.
"Barry," he said, jerking his head in a nod when Barry came within speaking distance. He wanted to take the man by the shoulders and shake him, demanding explanations, but he was aware that they were likely being watched and he wasn't going to cause a scene until he understood the rules.
"That was our Felicity I heard being called?"
He was fervently hoping that Barry said no, that it was another Felicity Smoak, even if that didn't make any sense. Maybe there were two people who looked like Roy, but two people name Felicity Smoak? Coincidence didn't stretch that far.
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"Barry," he said, jerking his head in a nod when Barry came within speaking distance. He wanted to take the man by the shoulders and shake him, demanding explanations, but he was aware that they were likely being watched and he wasn't going to cause a scene until he understood the rules.
"That was our Felicity I heard being called?"
He was fervently hoping that Barry said no, that it was another Felicity Smoak, even if that didn't make any sense. Maybe there were two people who looked like Roy, but two people name Felicity Smoak? Coincidence didn't stretch that far.