[When Cisco rolls a bit closer on his chair and puts his hand on Eddie's forearm, something inside him tightens, goes warm and bright, and he smiles suddenly. Because Cisco is telling him that his dumb daydream about being a meta-human hero is coming true, and sure, it doesn't mean as much here as it had at home because every second person has powers here, but it still sends a little thrill through him. That Cisco is calling him a meta-human and holding his arm and saying that he'll help him train.

It's a little thrilling. He remembers, after all, in that last day before his death, how useless and helpless he'd felt, without powers, without scientific genius, unable to do anything. Like he was just taking up space, getting in everyone's way. STAR Labs and everything to do with Team Flash had always made him feel just a little bit helpless and meaningless, and what Eobard had told him in that dark little room definitely hadn't helped with that feeling. But now...this is something different, this is the start of something new, he has meta-human powers now, he can do something, he's not the guy who has nothing going for him but his gun and his insider cop knowledge.]

Yeah, it was sort of like that. Like it was coming and I needed to do something to stop it. Like I had to get between the violence and the person it was aimed at. Sort of a protective instinct I guess. And...

[A little pause, while he considers how it had felt physically, tries to remember all the details of it, the things he had picked out.]

It was coming from me, out of my body, but it wasn't my energy, if that makes sense.