Stabbing? Like... with a sword? [ Cisco's eyebrows raise as he tries to reconcile this detail with the woman he'd seen in the vision, as well as the woman he'd chatted to so harmlessly over the network about the appeal of gummy bears and worms and other such animals. It's painting the portrait of quite an interesting individual. ] How'd that turn out?

[ Cisco can take a hint; he sees that Steve is trying to shift the conversation away from himself. He wants to look at the engine Cisco had used as a pretense to get him here, and to talk about something different - in this case, Cisco's own love life. He's more than happy to oblige, though he thinks with momentary regret that it's not quite as sharp a conversational shift as Steve might have wanted. ]

Yeah, I do. His name's Eddie. He, um. He's actually dead back home, too. Sacrificed his life saving me and a ton of other people, showed up here right after. I'm from about seven months after that.

[ The parallels to Steve's own death are obvious, but at least Eddie and Cisco hadn't had to contend with any timeline difficulties. There was not much, really, in the half a year since Eddie's death, that he needed to know. Nothing that would hinder them, the way the time gap between Steve and Diana was hindering them. ]

So you see I... got reasons for feeling so strongly about second chances.

[ Cisco reaches over, tugs the cloth with the engine sitting on it a little closer, so that Steve can have a proper look at it. ]

Bit simpler for us, 'cause I know I'm never going back.