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Dr. Harrison Wells (
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2016
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01:24 pm
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"This is Dr. Harrison Wells. Leave a message. A
relevant
message."
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harrisonwells
2016-04-08 05:41 am (UTC)
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What was it you weren't ready for?
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malingerer
2016-04-08 06:02 am (UTC)
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I see her mother’s face sometimes when I close my eyes. Startling to see in person. The heart remembers, even if the mind’s been subsumed.
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harrisonwells
2016-04-08 06:15 am (UTC)
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Subsumed. That's a pretty word for it.
I see her mother's face everywhere in Earth-1. It's colder there. Blue-shifted.
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malingerer
2016-04-08 06:19 am (UTC)
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I’m glad Jesse was old enough to remember her.
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harrisonwells
2016-04-08 06:25 am (UTC)
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She was my joy through all of that.
Why am I telling you any of this? All of your memories are stolen. You don't really know anything about her.
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malingerer
2016-04-08 06:34 am (UTC)
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You’re right. I don’t.
But she’s in this body. In the heart, in its nerve endings, its bones. It remembers something extraordinary. And I do, in turn. Whether I want to or not.
That’s all.
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2016-04-08 06:35 (UTC)
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harrisonwells
2016-04-08 06:42 am (UTC)
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You should want to remember her. She was indescribable.
If you'd met her to her face, she would have stepped over you without breaking her stride. Reverse Flash.
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malingerer
2016-04-08 06:45 am (UTC)
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I don’t doubt it.
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I see her mother's face everywhere in Earth-1. It's colder there. Blue-shifted.
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Why am I telling you any of this? All of your memories are stolen. You don't really know anything about her.
no subject
But she’s in this body. In the heart, in its nerve endings, its bones. It remembers something extraordinary. And I do, in turn. Whether I want to or not.
That’s all.
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If you'd met her to her face, she would have stepped over you without breaking her stride. Reverse Flash.
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