[There's a long silence. On the other end, Harrison is on a stool, shoulders hunched under an invisible weight, glasses tossed on the table behind him, eyes closed. Obviously Barry has already come close enough to figuring it out. And if he stops trusting them, they can't help him. He's too angry, he doesn't really know them, he'll push them all away.]

No. Barry. It doesn't. We are not telling you what you want to know because we don't want to influence your reality in ways it should not be influenced.

[It's not fair. He knows it's not fair. There will be so much pain in Barry's future, but do they even have the right to spare him that and risk changing everything they know?

He can't beat me the way he is, and I might kill him if he tries ...]

Whether or not he is who you think he is, you can't beat the man who killed your mother yet, Barry. You're not fast enough. Yet.