Kendra seemed genuinely surprised by his revelations; probably because she was. Cisco was one of the best people she knew. The very notion that he could ‘royally screw up’ was absurd. She reached across the table and placed her hand on his arm in what she hoped was a reassuring gesture. “What do you mean?” she inquired. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but… It seems like, if you did screw up, you’ve more than made up for it. You’ve helped a lot of people, Cisco.”
“I’ve helped a lot, yeah. That’s far in the past, though. This all happened recently.” He trailed, taking a sip from his coffee. “There is this- this darkness, that threatens to take over my being with each time I use my powers. I think it’s a drawback of discovering my powers so late in combination of having daily nightmares about my death in an alternate timeline that Barry changed. Because of those nightmares I’m not sleeping and with lack of sleep, well, you probably know what happens to a person when they don’t get proper sleep.” He said, twirling a finger near his temple. “I haven’t gotten more than an hour to three hours a sleep a night since everything happened. It’s really wearing down on my mental state, which caused me to go off the grid. Rogue. Whatever you want to call it. I don’t remember anything that happened, and apparently I destroyed a lot, I hurt a lot of people, and I’ve killed people.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “The worst part is that I’ll probably never remember all of it. I’ll never find out who I killed, if they have families, or how I can help. I can’t show them my face, because it wasn’t my face they saw. They saw a latino man with blue glowing sunglasses on in the shadows. That wasn’t me. It was Vibe. A terrible redition of him, too. Because this Vibe-” He said, getsturing to himself. “Just wants to help, not hurt.”
Cisco backup 