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[hardedged]

[ it's been a rough month for jessica — thanks to her arrival and reliving her traumatic memories with the devil himself. in between all of her alcohol consumption, she's had time to think because sadly, even hard liquor can't always numb the pain.

it's almost midnight, and she finds herself posting on the network. there's no username attached; she prefers anonymity for this topic. well, here goes nothing. ]

if someone's dead back home, is there any chance they can show up here?

and what if they're the goddamn devil? will the cops do something about it?

serious answers only. not in the mood for bullshit.

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[hardedged]

you sound like a care bear.

[trigeminalheadache]

I'm not bothered by that one bit.

I know what it feels like to be terrified of someone who can kill you without giving it a second thought. Who has no qualms manipulating you for their own pleasure and gain and amusement.

[ She's talking about Eobard, but it could easily apply to Hunter as well. Maybe that's part of her optimism. If she stopped to really examine her continued contact with him, she'd see this more. ]

If the Care Bears have just one thing going for them, it's that they face the villain and win, every time.

[hardedged]

life's not a cartoon. or some disney movie. get screwed over enough times and then you'll learn.

[trigeminalheadache]

I've been screwed over plenty in my life, thanks. This glass half-full thing? It's something I've had to fight to gain. To maintain. To regain.

[hardedged]

[ a long pause. ]

don't lose sight of it.

[trigeminalheadache]

That's the tricky part. But people can always surprise you. Help make it easier, carry some of the load. Carry you when you can't keep going.

For what it's worth, I hope your devil doesn't show up here.

[hardedged]

[ there are various replies jess can give — most of them flippant, but none of them seem right. ]

yours too.

[trigeminalheadache]

One's already come and gone.

[ And something tells her there'll always be the chance for Thawne to pop back up. ]

But thank you. For that.

[hardedged]

[ jess will just ignore that gratitude. she wouldn't know what to do with it. ]

who?

[trigeminalheadache]

[ Caitlin hesitates. Is it right to put his name out there? Will mentioning him somehow, cosmically, draw him back? Glass half-full. ]

Eobard Thawne.

[hardedged]

willing to share the story?

[trigeminalheadache]

Yes. I'd prefer not to do it over this, though. Plus, it's a story to goes best with a drink or three.

text ➜ private

[hardedged]

[ not an option. she isn't planning on meeting up with anyone here. hence the anonymity. but what she can do is switch their conversation to a private filter. ]

better?

text ➜ private

[trigeminalheadache]

Better. Especially now that I made myself a drink.

[ Because private or not, she isn't foregoing that part of it. ]

So. Eobard Thawne. When I first met him and for most of the time that I knew him back home, I knew him as Dr. Harrison Wells. He was my boss. My mentor. He saw my potential and gave me a chance to make my own name in my field, instead of forever being attached to my mother's.

He was this brilliant scientific mind, ahead of the curve in every way possible.

[hardedged]

[ yeah, she can connect the dots. ]

but ended up as dr. evil.

[trigeminalheadache]

It's a bit of an oversimplification, but yeah.

There was an explosion that basically ruined the company. Ruined his reputation, and mine along with it because I chose to stand by him. All the while, he was murdering people who began to suspect him. Long story somewhat shorter, he was a time traveler who'd become stuck in what was our past fifteen years prior because he'd traveled back to kill a friend of mine as a child. When he couldn't do that, he killed my friend's mother instead. Either way, he irreparably damaged the timeline.