Barry pulls the soup closer to him, eating several bites with unfocused eyes. He knows Derek is giving him an out, and he wants to take it, but he can't. It feels like all those awful memories will swallow him if he does.

"They made us fight," he says, pushing a cracker into the soup until it's mush. "To test our limits. They made us fight each other, and sometimes people they'd given powers with some kind of..." Barry shrugs. "Tonic. It glowed, so you could be super sure that it was evil."