It's hard watching someone close to you die, especially after you had been talking to them just moments before, and they seemed perfectly fine. Is Oliver going to keep Laurel's promise? Is that what he's contemplating now as he looks over her dead body?
Are you done? Oliver; Yeah, I'm done. I'm done taking the blame and I'm done caring. Why don't you go have a drink. Get wasted. Go to Verdant. I'll pay for it. I have loved you for half of my life but I'm done running after you.