[ Look, just because he's not hell-bent on revenge doesn't mean Cisco's above a little petty mockery. Besides, he honestly thinks it's probably good for him to use humor and chip away at the monolithic terrifying looming thing that Eobard Thawne has become in his mind. ]
Sounds like it was the right thing for someone to do, but maybe... not the right thing, for you. For your, um. Recovery.
[ Cisco wonders just how much choice Genji had had in the matter. Of course, it makes sense that he would want to help, with that particular undertaking. But Overwatch had saved Genji's life. Even if they told him he was under no obligation to work for them (and who knows if they even did that), he would probably feel indebted. Would probably need to stay in their good graces, if his prosthetics ever needed repair or upgrading. It's all a bit shady, from Cisco's point of view. ]
Not so sure about the whole 'steps ahead' thing. You make it sound... I don't know. Virtuous. But part of it's just realism. You're, like, a badass. You can fight. But even with my powers, it's not like I'd stand a chance against him.
[ Cisco doesn't know how strong Genji's brother must be, but chances are, it would almost certainly be a closer match than if he squared up against Eobard. When he even thinks about how it would be to confront the Reverse Flash, to fight him, Cisco's breaths go thin and quick. He would be dead in seconds. Dead faster than he could blink. Or would he draw it out again? Make Cisco dread it, the way he had the first time?
He needs to not do this: to not conjure up scenarios that will likely never happen. But he can't seem to hit the brakes, once his brain gets started. That unlikely eventuality had been unpleasantly easy for him to imagine, since October, when Eobard's ghost had seemed to be lurking everywhere he looked. Cisco shifts his arms, still keeping them crossed over his chest, but increasing the pressure, digging his fingers into his arm, trying to get control of himself. It's silly, to get worked up. He ought to be able to stop himself. ]
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[ Look, just because he's not hell-bent on revenge doesn't mean Cisco's above a little petty mockery. Besides, he honestly thinks it's probably good for him to use humor and chip away at the monolithic terrifying looming thing that Eobard Thawne has become in his mind. ]
Sounds like it was the right thing for someone to do, but maybe... not the right thing, for you. For your, um. Recovery.
[ Cisco wonders just how much choice Genji had had in the matter. Of course, it makes sense that he would want to help, with that particular undertaking. But Overwatch had saved Genji's life. Even if they told him he was under no obligation to work for them (and who knows if they even did that), he would probably feel indebted. Would probably need to stay in their good graces, if his prosthetics ever needed repair or upgrading. It's all a bit shady, from Cisco's point of view. ]
Not so sure about the whole 'steps ahead' thing. You make it sound... I don't know. Virtuous. But part of it's just realism. You're, like, a badass. You can fight. But even with my powers, it's not like I'd stand a chance against him.
[ Cisco doesn't know how strong Genji's brother must be, but chances are, it would almost certainly be a closer match than if he squared up against Eobard. When he even thinks about how it would be to confront the Reverse Flash, to fight him, Cisco's breaths go thin and quick. He would be dead in seconds. Dead faster than he could blink. Or would he draw it out again? Make Cisco dread it, the way he had the first time?
He needs to not do this: to not conjure up scenarios that will likely never happen. But he can't seem to hit the brakes, once his brain gets started. That unlikely eventuality had been unpleasantly easy for him to imagine, since October, when Eobard's ghost had seemed to be lurking everywhere he looked. Cisco shifts his arms, still keeping them crossed over his chest, but increasing the pressure, digging his fingers into his arm, trying to get control of himself. It's silly, to get worked up. He ought to be able to stop himself. ]