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Who: Cisco and Savitar
What: A much-needed conversation
Where: The park
Cisco has been thinking about it for days. Mick had mentioned- off-hand in that way of his when he doesn't realize what he's saying is a bombshell- that Caitlin had patched up a speedster. One with scars.
It had taken a couple hours just to even process it. Savitar. Here. After everything he and Team Flash had done to stop the guy, he was still here. Still in their lives. For a day after that, he was angry. Furious, even. He'd threatened Cisco's friends; threatened everything that mattered to him. But the more he thought about it- really thought about it- the more the anger faded. He wasn't ready to forgive him for what he'd done, but he was level-headed enough to remember Savitar's motivations. The loneliness. The solitude. Freezing him out could start the whole process all over again. And that? Cisco isn't willing to risk it.
So after another day of psyching himself up, Cisco reaches out. He can't bring himself to video chat, so he sends him a text instead.
Savitar, I think we should talk. I'll be at the park this afternoon.
And then he spends about ten minutes panicking. What if the speedster decides to murder him? But he shoves that thought away. He needs to do this. For himself, if no other reason.
So he makes his way to the park, planting himself on a free bench to wait.
What: A much-needed conversation
Where: The park
Cisco has been thinking about it for days. Mick had mentioned- off-hand in that way of his when he doesn't realize what he's saying is a bombshell- that Caitlin had patched up a speedster. One with scars.
It had taken a couple hours just to even process it. Savitar. Here. After everything he and Team Flash had done to stop the guy, he was still here. Still in their lives. For a day after that, he was angry. Furious, even. He'd threatened Cisco's friends; threatened everything that mattered to him. But the more he thought about it- really thought about it- the more the anger faded. He wasn't ready to forgive him for what he'd done, but he was level-headed enough to remember Savitar's motivations. The loneliness. The solitude. Freezing him out could start the whole process all over again. And that? Cisco isn't willing to risk it.
So after another day of psyching himself up, Cisco reaches out. He can't bring himself to video chat, so he sends him a text instead.
Savitar, I think we should talk. I'll be at the park this afternoon.
And then he spends about ten minutes panicking. What if the speedster decides to murder him? But he shoves that thought away. He needs to do this. For himself, if no other reason.
So he makes his way to the park, planting himself on a free bench to wait.
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"Why would she do that though? If your speed couldn't get you into the Waverider, what's the point?"
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Oops. Accidentally heavy. Sorry.
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"But it's not everyone. There are people and machines who don't want that."
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"Well, I don't want to keep you from...whatever it is you'd be doing if you weren't here."
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"So, uh, yeah. Good. I'm glad we had this talk."
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"No doubt," he agrees. "Um. Have a good day, I guess?" Dios mio could he be more awkward?
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This is what happens, when you lose power.
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He stands, turning to walk away before he hesitates.
"Uh, did you want me to breach you back to your place?" Since he can't run, and all. Though he doesn't know how far Savitar lives, so it may be a pointless offer.
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"Yeah. Okay."
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"Alright. Where are we going?"
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He's not. Really.
But through the portal he goes, one assumes into his sparse apartment or at least near it.
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"Man, I wouldn't even guess someone lives here. Where's all your stuff?"
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Still, he frowns and shrugs. "Guess it didn't make it over with me." As if he has anything but armor back home.
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"Tell me you don't spend a lot of time here."
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