She opens her mouth — her first reaction was still to deny that she was helping Thea and Laurel and John on the down low, despite it being true — because they've never had this conversation. The Oliver she remembers couldn't possibly have found out, and yet the Oliver in front of her knew about it. And Felicity doesn't have any reason to doubt him. This version of her isn't predisposed to thinking of him as someone who defaults to lying, no matter how noble his goals.

Truth is, she was already starting to believe that they were all clones anyways. Yesterday, she'd found out that an Arthurian legend was living among them. A woman who should have lived thousands of years before Felicity was living and breathing now. If they weren’t all clones … she has no other way of explaining that.

So slowly, she nods. Okay then, he has more memories than she did. Memories that the Computer purposefully taken away or stupidly forgot to give her. Either way, she wants so badly to remember.

“If things happened that are hard to talk about- I can understand if you don’t want to tell me right away. But-“ Without even knowing it, she sucks her lower lip in when she pauses. “I can’t understand why-“ A beat. “Why can’t we be together?”

When she looks at him this time, she wants answers. “Why can’t we face it, together?”

And as soon as she asks that question, she feels her heart drop. There was only one reasonable answer she could think of to that question. “Oliver … do we-“