The Artist stands up, shrugging.
"But we both know you're not gonna let me out of this cell. First, that sounds like a fair fight...and guys like you and me don't do fair fights, do we? We're predators. We stalk our prey and then we set up the kill so that they can't escape, so that they don't have a chance." he says, looking right into Merlyn's shades.
"You've got me dead to rights, so letting me go isn't an option. Besides, even if I got past you, I might not get past your buddy behind you. What's with you people and arrows?
Did you know the red archer, too?" the Artist asks, looking at Keith.
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