"Hey, I can make those cargo pants looking stylish. It's the new hipster look. Oh wait, you skipped the hipster faze. It's basically very rich people like us pretending to be poor and wearing five hundred dollar plaid shirts to look like rednecks." He shook his head. "You didn't miss much."
Tommy nodded and in part he understood, in a very intellectual way, but they weren't talking intellectually. "And that's fine for when you were on the island, or even here, but back in Starling City? It wasn't survival, Oliver. It was your father's directive. He made you kill without thinking of the consequences. Do you even know your body count? How many men you killed to get to the men in that list? I'm sorry, but I can't approve of what your father told you to do. You want to fight them, do it from the inside, do it legally like Laurel does, use your business to do it. You don't kill people, because it hurts you, whether you admit it or not. I don't believe for a moment that those deaths didn't mean anything to you."