She remembers Caitlin, too; Caitlin who, until right then with Felicity's mention, Cisco assumes that he'd invented as a way to have some sort of strong bond with a sibling to replace the one he didn't have with his brother. He did have a brother. Caitlin was real. Felicity is real. This is real...and messed up.
"Man, having Barry here right now would be really convenient…" he mutters, half to himself and half as a test to see if Barry — if the Flash — is a memory or a glitch. Which parts are real and which are manufactured? Now he's got to sort through everything and pick his entire brain apart before he can put it back together. Crap, he should've just followed his initial instincts and pretended he believed. Now he's allowed himself to be subjected to so much brainwashing that, even though his gut tells him Felicity is right and it's all memories, part of him still thinks there could be pieces that really don't belong to him, and it'll be better to isolate and then forget them than to mix them up with the real memories.
"All right, well...we don't need Caitlin and Barry to be Team Genius, right? So, temporarily setting Teams Arrow and Flash on the backburner, let's do our own thing and find you those servers, then," he says, pulling back from her and starting toward the door, reaching a hand to the knob.
Another metallic bark, this time coupled with the awkward thumping of the freaking thing jumping at the door to be let in, stops him in his tracks. Cisco reaches that same hand up to scratch the back of his head and turns back to her with a sheepish smile. "Later. We should, you know, plan first. Right? Right. We should create a plan before we execute a non-existent one," he excuses his forgetfulness and fear of the Petbot casually.
sorry about the delay!
"Man, having Barry here right now would be really convenient…" he mutters, half to himself and half as a test to see if Barry — if the Flash — is a memory or a glitch. Which parts are real and which are manufactured? Now he's got to sort through everything and pick his entire brain apart before he can put it back together. Crap, he should've just followed his initial instincts and pretended he believed. Now he's allowed himself to be subjected to so much brainwashing that, even though his gut tells him Felicity is right and it's all memories, part of him still thinks there could be pieces that really don't belong to him, and it'll be better to isolate and then forget them than to mix them up with the real memories.
"All right, well...we don't need Caitlin and Barry to be Team Genius, right? So, temporarily setting Teams Arrow and Flash on the backburner, let's do our own thing and find you those servers, then," he says, pulling back from her and starting toward the door, reaching a hand to the knob.
Another metallic bark, this time coupled with the awkward thumping of the freaking thing jumping at the door to be let in, stops him in his tracks. Cisco reaches that same hand up to scratch the back of his head and turns back to her with a sheepish smile. "Later. We should, you know, plan first. Right? Right. We should create a plan before we execute a non-existent one," he excuses his forgetfulness and fear of the Petbot casually.