[Tess’ footsteps echo silently in S.T.A.R Labs. Eobard is dead. They’d killed him. She’d killed him. And Eddie. They’d killed him together. She’d improved on Ray’s speed-suppressing nanites, and with them coursing through his veins... Thawne hadn’t been able to dodge the bullets that had killed him. Even though she knows he wasn’t her husband, knows that he’d murdered him years before and stolen his skin, worn him like a SUIT for all this time... it didn’t change the fact that he’d been wearing Harrison’s face when he died. She’d watched the light go out of his eyes.
She’d helped make the light go out of his eyes.
She thinks she might be sick. She feels like she’s going to be sick. He’s dead. She killed him. They killed him. She should feel... better than this. They’d stopped him. He’d finally paid for everything he’d done. He’d finally paid for murdering Harrison. But all she feels is sick. Numb. A gnawing, aching sort of grief that she’s pretty sure might swallow her whole. It’s why she’s withdrawn the way she has. Because Barry, the rest of her team... they’re dealing with the aftermath of all that’s happened, too. They don’t need her adding to that.
Her hands are shaking, as she stands in what remains of her husband’s dream. Their dream.]
⚡ Eddie
She’d helped make the light go out of his eyes.
She thinks she might be sick. She feels like she’s going to be sick. He’s dead. She killed him. They killed him. She should feel... better than this. They’d stopped him. He’d finally paid for everything he’d done. He’d finally paid for murdering Harrison. But all she feels is sick. Numb. A gnawing, aching sort of grief that she’s pretty sure might swallow her whole. It’s why she’s withdrawn the way she has. Because Barry, the rest of her team... they’re dealing with the aftermath of all that’s happened, too. They don’t need her adding to that.
Her hands are shaking, as she stands in what remains of her husband’s dream. Their dream.]