Merlyn came here fully intending to kill the Artist tonight. All the reasons were there, all the justification. The arrival of this newcomer had thrown his plans into disarray for a moment. What if this guy wanted to fight him? What if he wanted to /help/ the Artist?
Merlyn is nearly ready to take his shot when the arrow whizzes past pins the man to the wall. Robert watches Wells' body twitch with the last spasms of life, a grin of sorts appearing on the dead man's face.
Now, he turns to regard the newcomer again. He'd killed the man in a rage. Shock could set in at any second, along with remorse. This was an honorable act, however. Robert didn't want this guy freaking out and trying to turn himself in in ten seconds.
"So, Mia was your sister, too." Merlyn says. It's not a question.
"This man deserved to die. You did the right thing." Merlyn says, taking a tentative step toward this other man.
"We just embarrassed the Gotham PD tonight. But the knock-out gas arrow I used is only good for another few minutes. Did you touch anything without your gloves on the way in?" Merlyn asks.
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