[ Joke's on you Taako, Cisco has every intention of making himself a powers-proof prison just in case he goes bad. ]
Yeah. In the flesh. Or- it was a vibe, so I guess... in the... memory, or whatever.
[ Cisco cleans the banana leaves with a damp paper towel in even, smooth strokes. He listens to what Taako says, heart beating quicker than it ought to. Cisco's not sure exactly how much Eddie had told Taako about Eobard, and how much he's deduced just from the way the both of them avoid talking about him, but apparently it was enough to get across what a skilled manipulator he was.
And Taako has a point, of course. Eobard couldn't have planted a better bear trap in Cisco's mind, ready to snap at him any time he so much as thought about taking ownership of his own powers. So maybe he HAD planned it. ]
Maybe. I mean, it's possible. He did always know how to play me.
[ He delivers that last bit with only a faint trace of bitterness: after all, it's a fact. It was only after half a year away from him that Cisco had been able to look back and see all the ways that Eobard had kept him from asking too many questions, had gotten him to participate in some pretty shady shit without batting an eye. Things Cisco should have known were wrong, but they couldn't be, because Dr. Wells suggested them. ]
I'd almost like it better that way, you know? If it was just mindgames. It's... cleaner. But he did blow up the particle accelerator, which gave me my powers, and like it or not-
[ Cisco almost just lets it drop, there. But this is Taako. Taako, who he knows, and trusts. Who has himself been betrayed before, deeply, by people he trusts. Sazed. Lucretia, even if she meant for the best. Cisco gives the barest of little shrugs, and finishes: ] -he changed me. A lot.
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Joke's on you Taako, Cisco has every intention of making himself a powers-proof prison just in case he goes bad. ]Yeah. In the flesh. Or- it was a vibe, so I guess... in the... memory, or whatever.
[ Cisco cleans the banana leaves with a damp paper towel in even, smooth strokes. He listens to what Taako says, heart beating quicker than it ought to. Cisco's not sure exactly how much Eddie had told Taako about Eobard, and how much he's deduced just from the way the both of them avoid talking about him, but apparently it was enough to get across what a skilled manipulator he was.
And Taako has a point, of course. Eobard couldn't have planted a better bear trap in Cisco's mind, ready to snap at him any time he so much as thought about taking ownership of his own powers. So maybe he HAD planned it. ]
Maybe. I mean, it's possible. He did always know how to play me.
[ He delivers that last bit with only a faint trace of bitterness: after all, it's a fact. It was only after half a year away from him that Cisco had been able to look back and see all the ways that Eobard had kept him from asking too many questions, had gotten him to participate in some pretty shady shit without batting an eye. Things Cisco should have known were wrong, but they couldn't be, because Dr. Wells suggested them. ]
I'd almost like it better that way, you know? If it was just mindgames. It's... cleaner. But he did blow up the particle accelerator, which gave me my powers, and like it or not-
[ Cisco almost just lets it drop, there. But this is Taako. Taako, who he knows, and trusts. Who has himself been betrayed before, deeply, by people he trusts. Sazed. Lucretia, even if she meant for the best. Cisco gives the barest of little shrugs, and finishes: ] -he changed me. A lot.