"There was only one exception—in that shining moment, the same tragic fate seemed to strike you, the terrible fate that had twisted my entire life—a bolt of lightning."
"But it lasted only an instant. To me, it was a cruel joke. A miraculous power that should so easily have been mine became yours."
"You really are delusional," Lola sneered. "That lightning bolt didn't make Barry Allen the Flash. It struck because Barry Allen was destined to become the Flash. If you'd been standing there instead, you most likely would've been burned to a crisp."
"Is that true?" Wally asked, startled.
"It is." Roland nodded.
"Maybe so, but what I thought back then was—while I remained forever trapped in the past, Barry Allen, destiny's chosen son, had gained the speed to run wherever he pleased," Cobalt Blue said. "He became the Flash, a role model to millions, while I was nothing."
"The love of a beautiful woman, the adoration of an entire nation—my brother had it all, while I had nothing."
"I couldn't keep swallowing my resentment."
"I had to find a way to share that life fairly. It was what I deserved. That was the only way to make things right. But to do that, I needed the power to seize what should have been mine!"
"Psychopath," Lola remarked.
"With nowhere else to go, I returned to my old home. Hugo had told me his mother had taught him the secret of the Blue Flame."
"I figured that if she knew anything else, she would have to teach me, whether she wanted to or not."
"I expected resentment or ridicule. Her name was Thawne, after all."
"But things didn't turn out the way I expected—"
"Imagine my surprise when I discovered I had more talent than her descendants."
"The old