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Post by Moira Queen on May 5, 2014 23:25:06 GMT
"Oliver, he...he's alive."
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Post by Thea Queen on May 5, 2014 23:27:33 GMT
"What?" she questioned wit a mix of confusion, panic and joy, "But...but that can't be right. It's been five years!"
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Post by Moira Queen on May 6, 2014 16:25:41 GMT
She struggled with the words as she tried to explain to her daughter about how Oliver had been found by an Indian trading company on some small island off the coast of China, alive and well, and was being brought back to Starling immediately.
"He's alive.." she repeated, the tears flowing forth, "My boy is alive!"
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Post by Thea Queen on May 6, 2014 18:43:33 GMT
Thea didn't know what to say. What COULD she say that would even be remotely appropriate right now in any way? Nothing was coming to mind as she sat there in shock.
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Post by Moira Queen on May 7, 2014 0:45:24 GMT
Moira continued to cry, not tears of sadness or despair, no not any longer. She had even forgotten Thea was in the room with her and all there talk about the future.
Those five years felt like a dream. A dream that she was finally waking up from.
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