Gods, I'm not-- [Not a sociopath; he might have trouble with emotions and shit, but he can empathise and he can care about people it's just... different.] For so fucking long, every single person I met was gonna die, you know? It got kinda hard to keep caring about anyone aside from the crew, cause what's the fucking point?

[They were dust. Dust with hopes and lives and loves and it hurt to keep caring, only to know all that was going to be lost.

Taako exhales shakily, looking at the sky rather than at Cisco. What he's saying could sound cold, and in a way it is, but there's a tightness in his voice that belies how much this affected him.]

And this is place is-- it's different, I get that. But it doesn't go away.

[It never went away, even when he couldn't remember why.]