“Really?’ Barry was intrigued by the idea, knowing it wasn’t impossible. “I mean, I guess we could run some tests? See if there’s something Meta about you too. Are you scared of what you could be? And I think he might’ve been telling the truth. I mean, why would he lie about that? And at the end he seemed to be quite honest. He didn’t lie to us about the wormhole process.”
“If we run some tests, I want this to stay just between you and I for now. He said something about retaining traces of memories from other timelines. Apparently I’m not supposed to remember him killing me before you accidentally went back in time. I-I just don’t know what to make of all this.” Cisco leaned against the wall and sunk to the floor with his head in his hands.