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The small voice that usually dictated his actions fell silent, the sweet sounds of Felicity’s voice called to him. Telling him to release the boy because he was innocent, another by product of someone’s negligence. Oliver released his collar, stepping back for some comfortable space, if he were any closer it would result in the strangling of the poor boy. His eyes fell to the silver bracelets that dangled around his wrists. “These are going to to ensure you don’t do such damage the next time you loose control. Do you understand the people you could have harmed? Hundreds of thousands?” He said with a hushed and abrasive undertone. “If you want to train, I will help. Not here, not in the vicinity of the city.”  

“Yes, Oliver.” He paused as the man continued. “Wait, do you think that the number don’t constantly run through my head? I think of every life lost and every person injured every minute of every day. I have to live with that for the rest of my life, Oliver.” Cisco said, raising his voice. “If you’re going to shoot at me, then no thanks. Maybe once I’m in control, I can help you train. I already have a trainer, someone who really knows what I’m capable of.”