RED ARROW is frowning. He cracks his knuckles.
RA: Look, I’m a single father. A recovering addict. I’ve spent more of my life doing the superhero thing then I have not doing the superhero thing.
RED ARROW glances up at the ceiling then makes eye contact with the camera again.
RA: Maybe it’s fucked me up.
RED ARROW runs a hand through his hair. He sighs.
RA: It’s definitely fucked me up.
RED ARROW shifts in his seat. He crosses his arms over his chest. A complicated expression works its way onto his face.
RA: It was fun for awhile. I loved working with GA and then with my friends. I loved stopping bad guys. I was good at it.
RED ARROW frowns.
RA: I’m still good at it.
RA: I don’t know. Maybe I’m too old for this.
RED ARROW chuckles. It’s not a happy sound.
RA: I’m only twenty-seven.
