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[ When the video feed goes live, it focuses in on a man some may have seen skulking around the mansion over the past month or so, wearing a long black coat and a baseball cap that helpfully ("helpfully") obscures some of his face. There's a long stretch of silence at first as he shifts uncomfortably. And then, he reaches up and pulls off his cap, running a hand through his hair. Some residents who have been in the mansion for at least a few months may recognize him from a previous feed, though something seems . . . different. Off.

He clears his throat before he speaks. ]

I didn't properly introduce myself before. [ A beat. His eyes flick away from the camera for a brief second before he fixes his attention back on it directly. ] My name is Harrison Wells.

[ At that, Harrison reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of glasses, sliding them on before crossing his arms. A soft huff escapes his lips. He'd been over what he was going to say already, and the words were still hard to find. Speeches about tech to an audience that ate up every last syllable were easy; a brief statement about himself was another beast entirely. His words are clipped, like he's choosing them very, very carefully. ]

My doppelgänger was here for a brief period of time as well, though it appears he's left. Before anyone asks, no. I'm not his mirror. He was not mine. In our— [ There's a slight pause as he grapples with how exactly to describe it. ] —shared world, we're from parallel universes. So. [ Harrison gestures vaguely at that with one hand. ] I'm not him. He wasn't me.

[ He shifts again, glancing off to the side. Was there anything else to add? To say, really? A million things, maybe. But all the same— ]

That's all.

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Evil twins? Myth, really? I thought it was just a soap opera plot.

[That's more validity than people usually lend his sarcastic comments.]

But it would be a matter of perspective, wouldn't it?

Like I said. Depends on your perspective.

[ Eobard Thawne wouldn't see himself as "evil," probably. But then again, Eobard Thawne wasn't really in touch with reality. That's not something Harrison's going to publicly admit over the network though, in case he comes back. ]

[And ever so subtly, Len switches this conversation to private.]

What does your perspective say?

The puppy squad seem relieved.

[ He's observant enough that he catches that shift, raising an eyebrow. He'd heard conflicting stories about Snart and even then, only half-listened to them. As he does. Still, it's simultaneously relieving and suspicious that Snart knows that this sort of conversation isn't meant for the public. Good that he has some sort of discretion in him, but why even ask in the first place? Thawne was their problem and also, gone.

Better to figure out a baseline first. ]

What do you know?

[ It's a casual response, almost too casual for this Harrison Wells and he knows it. ]

[Oh, he's observant. He picks up on hints and he's talked to people. Talked to all but this Wells, really. It's been easy enough to figure out that they were uneasy. Now why? That's a different matter.]

I know that Barry was holding back and thinking before he talked.

So who was he, that other you?

[His eyes narrow a little as he leans forward.] How bad?

[ Allen. Of course he'd have a hard time keeping it together when Thawne was involved. It's not surprising, though it is annoying that Harrison's left to sweep it all under the rug. Fortunately, he's not easily swayed. Or intimidated. ]

Let's just say . . .

[ He trails off as he draws that word out, knowing all too well that he's visibly considering his words. Even someone who's blind would know that he's skirting around something. ]

We're all better off with him gone.

[Well done. Excellent even. But Len is a good card player and he can call someone's hand or at least give it a good try.

It helps that he has the ability to make an educated guess here.]

So he's gone back home as well?

[ He shrugs his shoulders at that. ]

Seems that way.

[ And hopefully by "home," they mean "nonexistence" and not "Central City." ]

So, you came in to replace him, just because we always need one of you around?

Seems vital.

[He eyes him for a moment or two, then tilts his head to the side.]

Did we ever meet, doc? You and I?

I've been here for awhile. About two months now.

[ He crosses his arms, leaning back. ]

No. We never did.

I meant back in Central. That Wells, evil twin one, he's gone, you entered the picture. Am I getting this right?

[It doesn't make sense entirely just yet, but he's used to roll with the punches.]

Sorry about that, doc, you missed out.

Something like that. You'd have to ask Allen about the timeline.

[ That gets the raise of an eyebrow. He's heard stories, sure, all of them taken with rather sizeable grains of salt, but none of them sound like he missed out on much of anything. ]

I'm sure.

I would, but whenever I mention timelines around him he gets twitchy.

Twitchier.

[Which is saying something, which is indeed saying some things he's read into already.]

Well. There you have it.

[ Another shrug. If Allen's not talking about it, then he certainly isn't going to start talking about it. He can just speculate. ]

There I do.

I can't wait to chat you up again, doc. Just promise not to talk my ear off next time.

Great.

[ The sarcasm practically drips from his voice as he moves to close the feed. Note to self: ask Allen more about this guy later on. ]

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