Changes
He sat staring at the wall in the apartment Cyn maintained in London. He stayed there when she stayed with Elias. It wasn't an arrangement he preferred, but that wasn't on his mind right now. The forgotten Corona sat dripping condensation on the expensive wooden table, barely touched.
Things had changed. HE had changed. He'd finally done what needed to be done and reestablished communications with her. He wasn't done changing and she was the one who could teach him. The Arrow needed help. His previous attempts were fruitless, but also badly handled. His usual manner wasn't going to get things done. But more than that, he was hitting his limitations. Barriers are there to be overcome, but in order to do that he has to push, or be pushed. She could push him.
There were only a handfull of Arrows he truly respected. Black Arrow, Payday, Reilly, Anabasis, Solomon, Owl's Cry and her. All of them because they were more than just thugs. Reilly, for whatever he might say, is more than just a beater. He has a heart and a mind that have few peers. Owl's Cry and Anabasis were the consciences. Payday and Solomon were solid individuals, prepared to do what it takes to get the job done. Black Arrow was the soul of the Arrow, its guiding hand. And then there's her. She represents the Arrow's instincts.
If anyone can teach him, it's her. Now if she would just agree.