Yang Ming's words made Barry look away, guilty and afraid.
He lowered his head and stared at the drain in the floor.
Joe didn't rush him.
Neither did Yang Ming.
After a long while, Barry's shoulders slumped.
He nodded.
"Yes."
The word was barely audible.
But Joe recoiled half a step, as though someone had punched him in the chest.
Barry raised his face, his eyes rimmed with red.
"I know it's a trap. I know Thawne's a monster, and I know he must have some other agenda."
"But every day when I wake up, I think about it all over again."
"What if I'd come home earlier that night? What if I hadn't gone to the lab? What if I could have run faster?"
"Would my mom still be alive?"
His voice broke off.
"Would my dad not have spent half his life in Iron Heights Penitentiary, doing time for a monster?"
Joe opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.
He knew that pain.
Fifteen years ago, that eleven-year-old boy had stood in the Police Station, crying as he said a streak of yellow lightning had killed his mother.
Everyone had thought he was crazy.
Joe included.
"All right."
Yang Ming suddenly spoke.
Joe whipped his head around.
"Yang, what did you say?"
"I said, all right." Yang Ming took off his gloves and tossed them into the medical waste bin. "I agree that Barry should go back."
Joe's expression darkened.
"You agree?"
"Do you even know what he's about to do? This isn't going after some criminal. He's putting his life in Reverse-Flash's hands!"
"I know."
Yang Ming picked up the tweezers on the instrument tray and put them back in their proper place.
"But if he doesn't work this out tonight, every time he