"Yes, Earth 2 sucks. Ironic, isn't it? That our fake Wells was actually better at taking responsibility for his actions, partly by choosing to focus on the hero he intended to create?" They're still reenacting Eobard's plan, to whatever degree. Hartley wonders how aware the others are of that. He also wonders how aware they are that Zoom is an effect of the other Wells' actions, not the one that caused it all.

He doesn't always mind Harry. Sometimes he almost finds himself wanting his respect, the way he'd once been eager for Eobard's affections. But maybe it's the bitterness that came with everything Eobard has done or maybe it's just his inherent cynicism, but it's difficult to trust a man who fails so spectacularly at owning up to his own mistakes and even at caring, unless it intimately concerns him, like his daughter's fate did. Not a bad man, not an evil man, but not a very good one either, in his estimate.

But this all might be a bit too heavy to discuss with a sleep-deprived and worried Cisco and so for a while he just focused on holding him, ducking his head so he could nuzzle the side of his neck. "All I'm sure about is you, Cisquito. I trust in you. If we go in, knowing what we're doing, we can do anything."