Caitlin could swear she’d ready herself for his deception. The chipper tone in his voice that flooded the space seemed trick her senses. Glimmers of the man she’d once knew flashing brought before her. “I think Mr. Queen enjoys exacting justice. Does his justice really make all that much sense? Not particularly, no.” She gathered the gauze pads and a syringe. If the pain was as he said, she would do her best to alleviate it.
“I’ll never understand. Oh well.” Cisco said, turning his head so Caitlin could better tend to his wound, as well as taking his eyes away from the syringe she held. “Here’s another thing. I don’t really remember much from the last few weeks. What happened around Central City while I was gone? Do you know if my sister was found?”
