[ Cisco is anything but unflinching and calm, when she deliberately slices herself open like that. He makes an aborted movement to stop her, saying: ]
What are you- wait, don't-!
[ But he holds back from actually grabbing her to stop her, watches with eyes as round as coins as the wound seals itself up. He swallows, feeling bile in the back of his throat. It's not the injury itself - the blood, the cut - but rather Laura's detached nonchalance as she does it. Barry heals, too, but he would never cut himself like that, just to demonstrate it, and certainly not with such utter indifference. ]
'Helped'.
[ Cisco's got a gnawing, sick feeling that whatever they did, it was as far from help as you could get. That suspicion is only confirmed when Laura says that the metal coming from her hands was grafted in. Someone had experimented on her, done surgeries on a kid, to give her claws that cut her open every time she used them. And they must have been the ones she'd talking about, who trained her. Who made her someone who stood on trams covered head to toe in blood thinking nothing of it.
He feels a little like he's going to throw up, but he manages not to, letting out a shaky breath and saying weakly: ]
That's- that's so messed up. They shouldn't have done that to you.
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What are you- wait, don't-!
[ But he holds back from actually grabbing her to stop her, watches with eyes as round as coins as the wound seals itself up. He swallows, feeling bile in the back of his throat. It's not the injury itself - the blood, the cut - but rather Laura's detached nonchalance as she does it. Barry heals, too, but he would never cut himself like that, just to demonstrate it, and certainly not with such utter indifference. ]
'Helped'.
[ Cisco's got a gnawing, sick feeling that whatever they did, it was as far from help as you could get. That suspicion is only confirmed when Laura says that the metal coming from her hands was grafted in. Someone had experimented on her, done surgeries on a kid, to give her claws that cut her open every time she used them. And they must have been the ones she'd talking about, who trained her. Who made her someone who stood on trams covered head to toe in blood thinking nothing of it.
He feels a little like he's going to throw up, but he manages not to, letting out a shaky breath and saying weakly: ]
That's- that's so messed up. They shouldn't have done that to you.