Clark looks up, an open kind of puzzlement at the proposition that these dreams mean nothing, that they aren't authentic views of a possible and disastrous future. He suppposes he hadn't come down on either side until viewing Vic's notes solidified them one way or another, along with the a premonition of Barry Allen, and if he has to think about it—
Sure, coincidence, let's try that on for size. Vic could have seen all kinds of things. Bruce could be operating beneath some subconscious aftereffect if his steel trap of a brain had ever seen Barry Allen before and noticed something different about him, if the substance of that dream had only materialised after the fact which leads to the conclusion that Bruce is unstable. An unreliable narrator.
Clark offers an alternative. "Maybe it's sabotage," he says, book open and neglected in his hand. "External psychic influence, a campaign. You brought us altogether, maybe something out there thinks they could drive us all apart with enough—of this."
He closes the book. "I think you'd know," quietly.
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Sure, coincidence, let's try that on for size. Vic could have seen all kinds of things. Bruce could be operating beneath some subconscious aftereffect if his steel trap of a brain had ever seen Barry Allen before and noticed something different about him, if the substance of that dream had only materialised after the fact which leads to the conclusion that Bruce is unstable. An unreliable narrator.
Clark offers an alternative. "Maybe it's sabotage," he says, book open and neglected in his hand. "External psychic influence, a campaign. You brought us altogether, maybe something out there thinks they could drive us all apart with enough—of this."
He closes the book. "I think you'd know," quietly.