[ Cisco pushes his hair back from his face, wrings his hands a little as he tries to figure out the best way to put this. Steve had told Cisco a little about his death, but there is a huge difference between choosing to have a conversation where he can disclose what he wants, and hide what he wants, and Cisco actually witnessing it, and the goodbyes just before. Cisco knows that the moment he had seen was awful, and tragic, and deeply private. So he hesitates a few moments before he says: ]

So you know how- how everybody's been having these weird visions and dreams of- of other people's memories.

[ Cisco forces himself to look up, to maintain eye contact and say this to Steve's face. He deserves that much. ]

I had one. Of, um, you. Saying goodbye to a woman and- and going up in the plane.

[ He had seen more - Steve's elation, and then panic, and then the strange calm that seemed to settle over him before he pulled the trigger. But Cisco thinks he's said enough to get the general point across, and he's trying to be as abstract as possible, to avoid mentioning any details that might be hard for Steve to hear. ]

I'm really sorry, Steve. I couldn't- there's no way to stop those dreams, once they get started. We don't gotta talk about it at all, and- if you want me to pretend it never happened, I'm totally okay with that. I just- I wanted you to know. And to say I'm sorry.