“If we’re looking at your power as a problem that requires a solution, then yes. However, it won’t be a problem forever. When you become comfortable with it, when you,” Eobard glanced down at the wristbands, then back up to Cisco’s face, “have control, then it will just be another part of you. No part of you is a problem.” Cisco had a proclivity towards low self-esteem; while that had left him more open toward to Wells’ influence early on, it had also been a facet Eobard always worked to eliminate.
There was a part of Eobard that continued to feel uneasy about this power-dampening technology. Not only was it muffling Cisco’s potential, but it could also be used on Eobard at any time. He wasn’t fool enough to think that Barry or any of his friends could forgive and forget so soon, that they would trust him enough not to be tempted to turn on him. After all, from their perspective, he’d played the traitor first.
He watched Cisco briefly celebrate this small victory, and forced a smile onto his own face. It was weak and fleeting, difficult to maintain considering the circumstances, but it was still good to see a spark of the old Cisco peeking past the anger and the guilt. “The Badlands were far enough for Firestorm to safely release their energy. You won’t have to worry about that… or about being shot. I don’t–who shot you?” Eobard wasn’t inclined toward shooting people, he truly hated guns. So he could only assume Cisco was talking about someone else.
“It sure feels like it’s going to be a forever kind of problem.” Cisco said with a sigh. “I’ve always been a problem child, according to my family. Never being able to live up to the expectation my brother set.” He sighed once more and sauntered over to his desk chair and plopped down into it.
“I’ve been shot more than you think. Once or twice in an alley, another during a training attempt. Wait, no that was a dart. I disarmed them first.” He said proudly, reaching into his desk drawer for a screwdriver to fiddle with.
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