“You either let me be or I will knock you on your ass for the third time. And this time, you won’t get back up.” Cisco snapped, turning on his heels and glaring at the man from behind his goggles. “Don’t test me.”
“Suit yourself. If Barry Allen dies. I really hope you can get over the self-loathing you’ll end up having for yourself.” He’s done playing these games. Done chasing down people he may or may not need in this fight. At this point, he feels he would have had a better chance at getting through to Reverb. He doesn’t offer Cisco another glance as he turns his back on the metahuman, heading back in the direction he originally came from.
