[The flash of yellow in Barry's eyes would be enough on any other day for him to launch into attack. It was the signal for battle to begin within a storm of lightning, one only they could participate in within their shared power. Within the extra-dimensional power that made up the speedforce. Today, however, he doesn't look for a battle. He only seeks to remind Barry that it could happen in a flash, on days he least expects as much as the days he most expects it. That he could be pleasant, kind, even loving, just as much as he could be angry, vicious and brutal and that he was capable of shifting between both sides at a moments notice.
So when Barry answers his question there is only a few seconds of stillness before the air returns to normal, no longer held hostage by the thrum of energy, and his eyes lose the faint tinge of red and return to steel blue. If there was an open cup of liquid then it would drop back into place, suspended no more. Eobard's face is still and his gaze remains steady, as he tries to decide how he feels. Funny how he always knew what he felt about Barry Allen until he got to know Barry Allen.]
I never thought of you as an idiot. [He says, deciding to take this moment to clarify while he deciphers his thoughts.] You are many things, things other people may regard as unintelligent, but not...stupid. [His head does a small gentle shake, eyes still trained on Barry.] I think more highly of you than that, but I can see why you would think differently.
[He would like to think he wouldn't stake such a long vendetta on someone who wasn't intelligent. Not as smart as him, but smarter than the average person certainly. He turns around and walks over to the table he was seated at just a few feet away, putting the papers down and resting his glasses on top of them as he so mockingly suggested earlier, before turning back around to Barry. This time he keeps the distance and instead sits down - not on the proper seat, but on the wooden table surface, bringing his legs up and planting his feet on the bench on the table.
No particular reason as to why.]
I like to think, what you just summed up, is how it's been for the last several months since you woke up. [He folds his hands together, loosely lacing his fingers between the gaps. On the left hand his golden ring is visible on his middle finger and the tip of his right index finger carefully sets over it, padding on the surface of the engraved Reverse Flash symbol.] When you think about it, I only fought you once before you figured out the truth and I only did it to get the tachyon prototype from Dr. McGee. [...] That and to motivate you, so you would work harder at getting faster - I figured I myself was the best way to inspire you.
Point being: what you are asking of me...is just the way it has always been from your perspective. And if that's what you want, then I see no conflict.
[Yet what he does not say is...no matter what may come or go here, the single goal he has had in fifteen years still holds firm and true. He wants to go home and he wants it more than anything else. Any true and real "trouble" he may cause will come directly from that desire, just as it has in the last decade and a half.]
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So when Barry answers his question there is only a few seconds of stillness before the air returns to normal, no longer held hostage by the thrum of energy, and his eyes lose the faint tinge of red and return to steel blue. If there was an open cup of liquid then it would drop back into place, suspended no more. Eobard's face is still and his gaze remains steady, as he tries to decide how he feels. Funny how he always knew what he felt about Barry Allen until he got to know Barry Allen.]
I never thought of you as an idiot. [He says, deciding to take this moment to clarify while he deciphers his thoughts.] You are many things, things other people may regard as unintelligent, but not...stupid. [His head does a small gentle shake, eyes still trained on Barry.] I think more highly of you than that, but I can see why you would think differently.
[He would like to think he wouldn't stake such a long vendetta on someone who wasn't intelligent. Not as smart as him, but smarter than the average person certainly. He turns around and walks over to the table he was seated at just a few feet away, putting the papers down and resting his glasses on top of them as he so mockingly suggested earlier, before turning back around to Barry. This time he keeps the distance and instead sits down - not on the proper seat, but on the wooden table surface, bringing his legs up and planting his feet on the bench on the table.
No particular reason as to why.]
I like to think, what you just summed up, is how it's been for the last several months since you woke up. [He folds his hands together, loosely lacing his fingers between the gaps. On the left hand his golden ring is visible on his middle finger and the tip of his right index finger carefully sets over it, padding on the surface of the engraved Reverse Flash symbol.] When you think about it, I only fought you once before you figured out the truth and I only did it to get the tachyon prototype from Dr. McGee. [...] That and to motivate you, so you would work harder at getting faster - I figured I myself was the best way to inspire you.
Point being: what you are asking of me...is just the way it has always been from your perspective. And if that's what you want, then I see no conflict.
[Yet what he does not say is...no matter what may come or go here, the single goal he has had in fifteen years still holds firm and true. He wants to go home and he wants it more than anything else. Any true and real "trouble" he may cause will come directly from that desire, just as it has in the last decade and a half.]