[ But it's only too obvious that Cisco is joking about the whole thing; even setting aside the fact that Genji is more mature than him in all the ways that count, formality has never been Cisco's strong suit. He's not rude, or disrespectful, just not the best at grasping the finer points of etiquette or following social codes about how to speak, dress, etcetera.
The relief he feels when Genji doesn't scold him about the radical power of forgiveness is more intense than he'd anticipated. He meets Genji's gaze, the gratitude on his face clear to see. He merely nods, confirming Genji's guess that Eobard isn't the sort of person who deserves forgiveness. There were details he could give, stories he could tell. But he can't seem to force himself to say anything more than: ]
Eobard.
[ That piece of information is, after all, important to share. If Genji were to ever hear that name, whispers of someone called Eobard around town, Cisco would want to know. He doesn't say Eobard Thawne, however, because he doesn't feel like explaining why he and Eddie have the same surname. He couldn't explain that without telling the whole thing. ]
What?
[ Genji's question catches Cisco completely off-guard. Revenge isn't something he'd ever really thought of. He'd just been glad, when Eobard was gone. ]
No, I don't want revenge. I mean, it doesn't matter either way. He's dead. Beyond dead - Eddie erased him from existence. But... no.
[ He crosses his arms over his chest tightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The agitation in his body language just speaking about this man is all too easy to read. ]
If he- if he somehow showed up here tomorrow, I would just, um. Want him locked up somewhere he couldn't hurt anybody, and... as far away from me as possible.
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[ But it's only too obvious that Cisco is joking about the whole thing; even setting aside the fact that Genji is more mature than him in all the ways that count, formality has never been Cisco's strong suit. He's not rude, or disrespectful, just not the best at grasping the finer points of etiquette or following social codes about how to speak, dress, etcetera.
The relief he feels when Genji doesn't scold him about the radical power of forgiveness is more intense than he'd anticipated. He meets Genji's gaze, the gratitude on his face clear to see. He merely nods, confirming Genji's guess that Eobard isn't the sort of person who deserves forgiveness. There were details he could give, stories he could tell. But he can't seem to force himself to say anything more than: ]
Eobard.
[ That piece of information is, after all, important to share. If Genji were to ever hear that name, whispers of someone called Eobard around town, Cisco would want to know. He doesn't say Eobard Thawne, however, because he doesn't feel like explaining why he and Eddie have the same surname. He couldn't explain that without telling the whole thing. ]
What?
[ Genji's question catches Cisco completely off-guard. Revenge isn't something he'd ever really thought of. He'd just been glad, when Eobard was gone. ]
No, I don't want revenge. I mean, it doesn't matter either way. He's dead. Beyond dead - Eddie erased him from existence. But... no.
[ He crosses his arms over his chest tightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The agitation in his body language just speaking about this man is all too easy to read. ]
If he- if he somehow showed up here tomorrow, I would just, um. Want him locked up somewhere he couldn't hurt anybody, and... as far away from me as possible.