» I'm beginning to really piece that all together, dude. » Makes sense. I don't particularly want to need to use the info, but I'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it. » Oh, so he's a NICE psychopath that only kills when he HAS TO.
[The sarcasm is strong in that last text. He can probably hear it perfectly in her voice, even. She's really, really, really starting to hate this not!Wells guy already. And Cisco hasn't even gotten to the bad part yet.
She waits--impatiently checking her phone to make sure she hasn't missed a ping--as he sorts out the explanation of things. And when she does finally get those pings? Well, she's not sure what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn't any of this.
The part about Eddie is bad enough all on its own. She'd already been told about his sacrifice and to think it wasn't all that long before that, that his too-many-greats grandson or whatthefrackever Eobard even was to him (she doesn't even care, really) had kidnapped him, psychologically tortured him, starved him...she already feels sick.
And if that was bad, the next part was a hundred-fold worse. Because the part she zoned in on in the text Cisco sent about himself was 'and he murdered me'. It all hit her way too close too home. Her parents. Her brother. Jinks. Suddenly, her eyes are too clouded to see the screen and the phone falls from her hands as she reaches up to press the palms of her hands to her eyes.
No.
NO.
NO!
This doesn't get to keep happening. She doesn't get to keep being forced to suffer losses of people she cares about. She doesn't care that it already happened, that all of these things he's telling her are in the past now, that somehow he's okay and that Eddie, God, that Eddie isn't even there back in their world to feel the pain of all of it anymore. That doesn't matter. By all accounts and technicalities, so is Jinks' death, according to H.G.'s own testimonies about the future in her world. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. That doesn't make any of this okay.
So...it's a few minutes before he gets a reply and there may be some typos when he does.]
» I'm sorry.
» I'm so sorry.
» I didn't knnow. I woildn't have pressed, I should have just dropped it, I didn't mean to brfing all of this back up.
» It won't happen again. I swear to God, Cisco, if I have a single ounce of a say in anything, this fucking asshole will never hurrt either one of you again.
» I don't care who he is oor what he is or what powers he has, nothing and no oen is hurting or taking somebody I care about away from me again.
[If any of it sounds like too much, too big of a reaction for people she's only known a handful of months, well, Claudia doesn't care. She doesn't trust easily, and she's given that to both of them. She's fiercely and deeply loyal to the ends of the earth with the small circle of people she actually extends that trust to. She digs her heels in and refuses to budge, latches deeply and quickly to those people. And in a place where she feels so alone, these two have made a world of difference in her time in the Clock. So if it's dramatic, fine, she'll wear the label like a badge of pride.]
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» Makes sense. I don't particularly want to need to use the info, but I'd rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.
» Oh, so he's a NICE psychopath that only kills when he HAS TO.
[The sarcasm is strong in that last text. He can probably hear it perfectly in her voice, even. She's really, really, really starting to hate this not!Wells guy already. And Cisco hasn't even gotten to the bad part yet.
She waits--impatiently checking her phone to make sure she hasn't missed a ping--as he sorts out the explanation of things. And when she does finally get those pings? Well, she's not sure what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn't any of this.
The part about Eddie is bad enough all on its own. She'd already been told about his sacrifice and to think it wasn't all that long before that, that his too-many-greats grandson or whatthefrackever Eobard even was to him (she doesn't even care, really) had kidnapped him, psychologically tortured him, starved him...she already feels sick.
And if that was bad, the next part was a hundred-fold worse. Because the part she zoned in on in the text Cisco sent about himself was 'and he murdered me'. It all hit her way too close too home. Her parents. Her brother. Jinks. Suddenly, her eyes are too clouded to see the screen and the phone falls from her hands as she reaches up to press the palms of her hands to her eyes.
No.
NO.
NO!
This doesn't get to keep happening. She doesn't get to keep being forced to suffer losses of people she cares about. She doesn't care that it already happened, that all of these things he's telling her are in the past now, that somehow he's okay and that Eddie, God, that Eddie isn't even there back in their world to feel the pain of all of it anymore. That doesn't matter. By all accounts and technicalities, so is Jinks' death, according to H.G.'s own testimonies about the future in her world. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. That doesn't make any of this okay.
So...it's a few minutes before he gets a reply and there may be some typos when he does.]
» I'm sorry.
» I'm so sorry.
» I didn't knnow. I woildn't have pressed, I should have just dropped it, I didn't mean to brfing all of this back up.
» It won't happen again. I swear to God, Cisco, if I have a single ounce of a say in anything, this fucking asshole will never hurrt either one of you again.
» I don't care who he is oor what he is or what powers he has, nothing and no oen is hurting or taking somebody I care about away from me again.
[If any of it sounds like too much, too big of a reaction for people she's only known a handful of months, well, Claudia doesn't care. She doesn't trust easily, and she's given that to both of them. She's fiercely and deeply loyal to the ends of the earth with the small circle of people she actually extends that trust to. She digs her heels in and refuses to budge, latches deeply and quickly to those people. And in a place where she feels so alone, these two have made a world of difference in her time in the Clock. So if it's dramatic, fine, she'll wear the label like a badge of pride.]