We had to stay close. Things didn't always go as we wanted them and Dante protected me from... everything. And I always owed him for that. It was always me and him, even now it is, against all the bad things in the world. [Paco turns and finally, for the first time, he properly looks at Cisco. He doesn't often look at people unless he'd facing them down or trying to get a good handle of them. He already did that with Cisco, this was supposed to be easy. Comfortable? People who he knew didn't need picking apart. But there was something uncomfortable about how this was going and it didn't sit well with him.

Paco frowns a little as he watches Cisco, there's that fake smile on his face and all he can think is that he knows that smile. He's worn that smile. He remembers wearing it the first time he spoke to Zoom, after Wells kicked him out, let him down, left him spiralling. It's not just trying to be brave in the face of sadness, it's loss. Loss of something that had so much potential and just died. Like that. He can see it in his eyes now, there's that empty yearning for something that might have been, something that could --

No.

Not Dante, never Dante. He couldn't accept that. The idea of his brother, even another version of his brother, dying? It brought about feelings Paco didn't want to have right now. He shuts it down. Hard. This had to be a mistake, he was reading it wrong. Had to be.

He finally speaks, trying to meet Cisco's eyes.] You don't think there's any way to fix it now? ... Why?