Arrow

I've passed the last sixteen years of my life on an island. In theory. I got out straight, thanks to Oliver Queen. I owe him the rest of my existence for that liberty. I'll help him in his wish to save his city. And he will help me, take him at his place and heberge me. He'll take me as his sister, because I saved his life so many times.
Bof, we feel redevant. As so, we'll be even. That's what we say. But I know it's never gonna be true. I think he knows that too. I know, by that, we'll always bounded in a way nobody else can understand. But also because of all we've been through. All the secrets, the pain and the laughters we've shared. That can't be erased. We're bound. For now, for then, for life. Forever.