[ Cisco's hands pause momentarily in their progress. From this angle he can't see Taako's face, but he can tell it's not a request. The sheer abruptness of it, the lack of verbal flourish... for Taako, it's telling. Cisco goes back to braiding, quiet for a moment before he says: ]
Sorry.
[ He doesn't argue the point; he doesn't want to hurt Taako any more than he already has with the mere suggestion of a similarity. Taako knows Lucretia much better than he does; Cisco had thought she was very nice, when they had spoken. (But then, Cisco thinks, he had loved and been devoted to Eobard, so he doesn't exactly have a whole lot of faith in his intuition when it comes to people).
He makes wordless sound of agreement, confirming he has experienced at the sort of mindset that Taako is describing. At first, he thinks that it doesn't excuse what she'd done to Taako; a moment later, though, all the anger goes out of him. What is he even doing, comparing Lucretia to him? Eobard had stalked people, murdered people in cold blood, had traveled back in time just to try kill a child - all for selfish reasons. Lucretia, from what he's heard, had done what she'd done to try to save the universe and help her friends. Big difference. ]
I shouldn't have said that.
[ There's real contrition in his voice, and his hands work a bit faster on the braid, finishing it out and securing the end with another elastic. He starts pulling gently at the braids, widening them, making them look bigger and just a touch messy. Then, he pulls a few of the bobby pins from his pocket and starts to work on pinning those braids into a neat crown circling Taako's head.
This cynicism, this awful tendency to extrapolate pure evil from the smallest coincidental similarity to Eobard, is something he'd been free of for a week. Now, it's back with a vengeance, making him speak ill of a woman he barely knows. Cisco sighs, gnaws at his bottom lip. He has the braid on the left positioned and pinned before he says: ]
I do that too much. Compare people to him. Just... usually not out loud. But internally. Like, as a defense mechanism, maybe, who the hell knows. It's dumb, but I'm not sure how to stop.
[ Cisco trails off at the end there, tucking the end of one braid beneath the beginning section of the other. He knows it sounds like he is just making excuses. ]
no subject
Sorry.
[ He doesn't argue the point; he doesn't want to hurt Taako any more than he already has with the mere suggestion of a similarity. Taako knows Lucretia much better than he does; Cisco had thought she was very nice, when they had spoken. (But then, Cisco thinks, he had loved and been devoted to Eobard, so he doesn't exactly have a whole lot of faith in his intuition when it comes to people).
He makes wordless sound of agreement, confirming he has experienced at the sort of mindset that Taako is describing. At first, he thinks that it doesn't excuse what she'd done to Taako; a moment later, though, all the anger goes out of him. What is he even doing, comparing Lucretia to him? Eobard had stalked people, murdered people in cold blood, had traveled back in time just to try kill a child - all for selfish reasons. Lucretia, from what he's heard, had done what she'd done to try to save the universe and help her friends. Big difference. ]
I shouldn't have said that.
[ There's real contrition in his voice, and his hands work a bit faster on the braid, finishing it out and securing the end with another elastic. He starts pulling gently at the braids, widening them, making them look bigger and just a touch messy. Then, he pulls a few of the bobby pins from his pocket and starts to work on pinning those braids into a neat crown circling Taako's head.
This cynicism, this awful tendency to extrapolate pure evil from the smallest coincidental similarity to Eobard, is something he'd been free of for a week. Now, it's back with a vengeance, making him speak ill of a woman he barely knows. Cisco sighs, gnaws at his bottom lip. He has the braid on the left positioned and pinned before he says: ]
I do that too much. Compare people to him. Just... usually not out loud. But internally. Like, as a defense mechanism, maybe, who the hell knows. It's dumb, but I'm not sure how to stop.
[ Cisco trails off at the end there, tucking the end of one braid beneath the beginning section of the other. He knows it sounds like he is just making excuses. ]