Hartley still looked wary. “Because now you can destroy me just like Wells,” he said softly but darkly. “Because I don’t understand how someone so pure could be so good at hiding darkness within himself. Who did this to you, Cisquito?”
Cisco stood up and crossed the room. “You want the truth? Wells. Wells did this to me. He killed me in an alternate timeline. A timeline that I didn’t forget. One I can never forget. I relive my death almost every night in my dreams, waking in a cold sweat. I’ve repressed the feelings toward him for far too long, and I couldn’t take it any longer.”
Cisco backup 