@isjustice asked ‘ it’s not the past if it’s not finished . ’
‘‘–Which is precisely the problem, Barry. ’’ They’d been running in circles, the two of them. Participants in an endless cycle, no beginning, no end. That was the greatest problem with time travel; when you became so intertwined with it, it was impossible to tell who was at fault. Perhaps Barry had hated him first, or perhaps he was right all along. Chicken or the egg. Flash or his reverse.
He had been running for so long now, defined by a past that was his future that was his past, fighting so hard against it only to find himself playing the role fate had written for him. Plan after plan, scheme after scheme, failure after failure. Was he simply destined to lose? Destined to play the role of the bad guy? To inflict pain and feel it in return?
Well, whatever story destiny had in store for him– He wasn’t playing anymore.
He’s not entirely sure of the path that led him to this moment, to this realization. Perhaps it was fate giving him one last surprise before the end, perhaps it was simply the exhaustion of it all finally catching up to him. Didn’t matter, not anymore.
‘‘ The past may not be finished, but I am. ’’ Fingers fiddle with the ring that rested on a gloved finger, brows furrowed as he struggled to find the words. An admission, not only to him but to himself. ‘‘ I’ve spent many years, so many years, hating you, Barry. The two of us hating each other– Not without cause, on either ends.’’ He gives a little shake of the head, gaze turning to the side to look outside the window of the Waverider, to the all too familiar blue planet below them.
Perhaps that’s what he was given– perspective.
‘‘ All that we’ve been through, all that we have lost…It cannot go on like this. I suppose the impending end of the Multiverse is as good a time as any to say- I can’t hate you anymore, Barry. I can’t hate myself anymore. I’m letting go. ’’
every race has an end. nobody can run forever, even those that were blessed with lightning that coursed through their veins, the ones whose feet moved at speeds that were unfathomable to the naked eye. there came a time, eventually, to just stop. to stop running, to catch a breath, to take a step back. and this was their stopping point. fate had dealt them a twisted deck; they were intersecting lines, going in different directions, yet always meeting at one point or another. two sides of the same coin, existing on the same plane yet never seeing eye to eye.
but the thing about fate? it could be changed. rewritten, altered, removed. neither of them were strangers to the concept of moulding destiny; they’d defied the laws of speed and time like it was nothing, taking pieces of the past and the future and polishing its edges, changing it into something different. and this was one of those pieces.
for as long as barry has been the flash, he’s always had the seed of anger planted at the man whose history is so intertwined with his, festering into hatred and resentment. but eventually, there came a time to let go.
had there not been the oncoming threat of the end of the multiverse lingering over them, barry would’ve laughed at the conversation at hand. they were written in history books to be the opposites of each other; while one represented good and hope, the other evil and fear, yet here they were, agreeing with one another, and even fighting on the same side of this fight. who knew all they needed to bury the hatchet was a crisis.
❛ i've spent so long hating you that sometimes, i don’t know if i can not hate you. ❜ he says it offhandedly, fingers ghosting over the keyboard of the ship, and when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, a defeated sigh escapes and barry lifts his head from the screen. ❛ but you are right, thawne. this has gone on too long; it’s time to leave the past where it belongs -- behind. ❜
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