Helena: I’d ask how you got in here, but the Starling City Vigilante [,vidʒi'lænti] comes and goes as he pleases, doesn't he?

Oliver: how did you know?

Helena: I saw you fight. And I saw your eyes. That island changed you in ways that only someone like me could understand.

Oliver: no. what you’re doing right now, I know that it feels like justice, but it’s not. It’s revenge [rɪ'vɛndʒ].

Helena: sometimes revenge is justice.

Oliver: your father killed your fiancé.

Helena: and what did your father do to you? Isn’t the man in the hood fighting to set things right? Why is your vendetta [vɛn'dɛtə] more valid ['vælɪd] than mine? We’re the same, you and I.

Oliver: no, we’re not.

Helena: hiding in plain sight, concealing [kən'sil] our anger with smiles and lies. Don't lie to me, Oliver. You feel the same as I do, I know it.

Oliver: why are you crying?