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Eobard looked at the Reverse Flash’s face. His uncowled face as the Flash’s anger overwhelmed him and his hands grabbed the bare sides, wrenching a moment of blind rage.
He watched his own body fall to the floor, lifeless, eyes unseeing as the Flash stumbled away, staring at his own hands in disbelief of what he’d done.
He watched the focus fall on the Flash, the blame passed away from the Flash, his own unwanted body cast aside like he always had been.
No.
This would not be his destiny.
Eobard skipped back in time; determination written across his face.