It was not an easy decision for Barry to make. The world was falling to pieces, everything was going to go out with a bang and he just wanted to try and stop it. He'd never been afraid to undo what was done and the speedforce didn't protest, didn't stop him, they knew he was going to to do it regardless of what they told him.

So he ran.

He let them down. They came to him for help and he felt them both down. Hartley. James. It was on him and he knew it, he'd just been so angry at the time. He didn't think he could trust them or any rogue after all that had happened, reformed or not.

And yet they'd been his friends for ages now. Hartley for few years at least. They all had their ups and downs but they were there for each other. To know that turning his back of them led to this? He couldn't deal. Not with the Tricksters bullet riddled corpses, not with Hartley's swan song. None of it.

There they stood, on unsure ground, the world new and wrong and the moment he looked into Hartley's eyes, he felt it. He knew. He knew what he'd done. He remembered.

And James, he had no idea. There he was, alive and well and unaware that his brains had been splattered all over a train floor not long ago. Barry couldn't look away from Hartley, he felt the obligation to be there, he felt the urge to make it right, to keep this between them as well. They had to.