The Artist hides behind a few cargo crates as he watches Mia dive into the water. There was something familiar about that woman, but he couldn't place it...until he sees the bow and arrows.
He touches a spot just under his breast bone, remembering the arrow that pierced his chest several months ago.
"Red Robin...Red Arrow...red hurts." he whispers to himself.
He moves forward toward Mia's bow, picking it up reverently and nocking an arrow.
"Red hurts." he whispers again, firing into the water.
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