It always starts the same, with a bolt. You were five when you were struck--it was in the news, a miracle that a young boy was hit by lightning and survived. But it wasn't lightning. It was a burst of a strange energy and it changed you. The same energy touched all of us. It changed us all, each in our own way. The energy chose us. It didn't turn us into monsters. It made us gods.
I want him scared. Confused. Angry. And I want him to bring all those emotions home. To Central City! My City!
...Hello. You don't have to be shy now. I can feel your presence. Like a wave of static electricity. It's powerful, I'll admit. In fact, I've never encountered anything quite like it. You've done such strange things to the timeline. Things I won't begin to question. and you've remained hidden. From all of them...but I am not like them. My existence is the only constant in a sea of possibilities. I cannot be erased. By you. By anyone Show Yourself--...I...my God. Wait! Wait, I didn't know! Please!
I've raced nearly all of The Flash's protégés...but you, young "Wallace West"...are new. A clear example that Flash's history was altered while I was...recovering. I have many questions about what else has been...rebooted. And I was hoping that you'd help me fill in some blanks. Our lives forever affected by his choices. You know how hard it is to find someone who can empathize with what he's done to us? And it would mean oh so much to me if you'd share in my pain.