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[ And when people walk down the halls come morning, they will find this giant, hulking piece of armor just standing there. The lights are off, so clearly whoever wears it is no longer inside. Could they be far? Only time will tell. ]

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You must be from a different timeline, Savitar. And if this is you from that timeline, I think you from my timeline definitely, actually won.

I seriously doubt it. You'll betray him eventually, too.

[She snorts again at that]

Yeah, real likely. He's the one that got us--

[Savitar, meet Caitlin Snow again]

--to get along.

How wonderful for you. It won't last.

[Caitlin is a lot more gentle than Frost. She looks at him, remembering him this way.]

It's okay, Savitar. It's okay to be afraid. To not want to hurt anymore. It takes a long time. It took us a long time to not hurt any more. And we became stronger, better, because of it. Because of finding ourselves, our own identity, and to not hurt anymore.

[ The Savitar from her world was a bit more willing to listen to her than this one. WONDER WHY. ]

Shut up. Stop. You're not better, you're not stronger. Whatever you think you have over me, it's not real.

[Not her Savitar. Caitlin is stronger against that.]

We're better. We're stronger. Not from having something over the other. It's possible to stop hurting.

For what? For you?

You stop hurting for you, Savitar. Not me.

My plan will do just fine for that.

[She looks sad]

No...it really won't.

Do you even know what it was, beyond killing Iris?

Your attempt to be everywhere at once through time? Making sure that Barry will never recover from the darkness so that he becomes you?

[Yeah, she's heard the spiel before]

It won't work. It won't give you what you want.

I don't believe you.

Don't believe me or don't want to believe me?

I don't believe you.

[It hurts to see him like this. Caitlin wishes she could hold him, comfort him somehow. But she waits him out like she waits out her own Savitar]

[ He pulls away from her. Angry, bothered, all of it. ]

Don't touch my armor.

...we traveled to Italy. Then all over Europe. Then in Sweden. Just driving. Learning how to be ourselves. Learning who we are. There's more to you than you even give yourself credit for. Seven months. We made the choice to walk away.

To stop the pain.

[But he's not her Savitar and Caitlin has to come to terms with it.]

Whatever he has, I apparently don't.

[ After all, look where his Frost is. ]

[If she ever gets home, her own Savitar is going to get slammed with a super cuddly cryo]

But you could.

[ And he, at least, will appreciate it. ]

No. I couldn't.

If you'd let yourself. You really could.

The only one who believes that is you.

Sometimes all it takes is for one person to believe.