“They’re slow killers and come with a slew of health problems. I am of sound body and mind, can’t let you do that to yourself. It would weigh on my conscious forever.” She sat down along the counter, letting her ankles cross as she watched him. “You’re not a failure, you’re scared. You did something wrong and now you think you’ve fallen from grace and have become a little splat mark on the ground. You’re Cisco Ramon, you can do anything. Rising to the occasion and being the man and scientist I know you are–it’s inevitable. Hiding out won’t do you any good. It’s just a temporary fix.”
“I am a splat mark on the ground, Cait. I’ve fallen, and I can’t seem to pick myself back up. A temporary fix sounds a lot better than a permament one. A permanent one would probably mean training, counseling, running tests constantly, and so much more crap I don’t want to bother others with.” Cisco sighed, turning his head so he was facing Cait, his cheek smooshed against the cool counter. “I hate being a bother. I hate being a burden. I hate being like this.” He said, raising his hands and dropping them slowly. “Why did this happen like it did? Why can’t I just be normal?”
Cisco backup 