[ the veil. he's not the first person to mention the veil to her, but iris doesn't feel like anything is missing. at least, she didn't before now. she doesn't know why those names are so familiar to her, why barry is familiar to her, if it doesn't work the other way around. how is it fair to carve her entirely from his life and his heart, and keep him intact in her own? iris pushes that aside to answer his questions. even now, a big part of her concern is making sure he's okay.
telling him might not be the right thing to do. it might give him more guilt than he already places on his shoulders. but iris is too honest to lie. the times she's kept things to herself, they've hollowed her inside out. and secrets kill things. they both know ... knew that. they both used to know that. ]
We met before the singularity. Fifteen years before that.
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telling him might not be the right thing to do. it might give him more guilt than he already places on his shoulders. but iris is too honest to lie. the times she's kept things to herself, they've hollowed her inside out. and secrets kill things. they both know ... knew that. they both used to know that. ]
We met before the singularity. Fifteen years before that.
[ so. ]