Central City… the Flash you’ve seen in your streets is a fake. A hologram meant to give you hope. But there is no more hope, there is no more Flash, and there’s no one left to protect your city from me.
Believe me, it took much more than watching Oliver do the salmon ladder to make me trust him. I’ve seen firsthand what this life can do to people. It’s a lonely path. Don’t make it any lonelier than it has to be.
Being The Flash, that’s the best version of me. If I don’t have my speed, I’ll never be that person anymore.
Accept that she isn’t the love of your life, because if she were, she’d still be in it.[reads Ralph Dibny’s 27 steps to getting over the love of your life]