Barry doesn't particularly want to do this. He prefers avoiding awkward social confrontations. If there's interpersonal unpleasantness to be done, he'd rather leave it to Lup.
But... he has a lot of very personal information on someone that he's technically never met before. That was. Weird. So he should theoretically find that person and ask what they'd like done with it.
So, when he has his human form has popped back out of the floor, he goes and seeks... uh. That guy, Gil, oh gods what is he doing out.
And find him Barry does; though it's not right away. Gil's taking his bike for a spin, and it's not until he finally comes to a stop near the giant pillar of coins that he taps the point to make his helmet disappear - and becomes acutely aware of a strong sense of fear lingering nearby.
He looks around curiously; and when his eyes land on Barry, recognition flashes in them, before his ears press flat against his head and his muzzle wrinkles. "BAR-3, right?" Because he can only imagine that the guy's hanging around because he wants something.
"No! No, it wasn't like that--" hold on he has to regroup, and when he does he manages to hit 'defensive'. "Y-you ripped a sliding door off its railings by punching through it, of course we're gonna take some- y-know, precautions, especially since you were a Trojan at the time."
...point, but he doesn't wanna concede it to Barry. So he looks away, fiddling with the baton in his hands, acting aloof. "What, it wasn't just easier to kill me or leave me down there?"
...he has no right to say anything about being killed as your go-to fix for a situation does he
"Well we can't study you if you're dead. Look," he adds quickly, hands coming up quickly because Gil just turned at him with a very unimpressed expression, "It really wasn't anything personal. I can guarantee we would've done the same thing to any other Trojan that got stuck in that situation, it wasn't about you, we needed to study the virus."
The look doesn't waver. "And you didn't study anything else, I'm sure." His voice is just dripping with sarcasm there, before he continues. "Look, Thorne told me you guys cracked my ID disc or whatever and looked at all that shit. So you kind of made it about me there."
Barry's entire form shifts, as the memory of his overlay gleefully picking through every byte of Gil's data flashes through his mind, and he sort of folds in on himself a little.
"Yeah, uh. Y-yeah, I guess. We did."
He takes a breath, and forces himself to straighten again. "Look, I-- I know that we don't really know each other, but. That- BAR-3, that guy, that's not who I am. A-and I know you don't have any reason to believe that, but-- I wouldn't. Do that. I know what it's like to lose your- your agency, like that, and." He lifts a hand to fix his glasses, and makes eye contact with Gil. "What BAR-3 did wasn't... right."
"Yeah, no shit." But there's less bite to it than there could have been. He can tell that Barry's being genuine - or at least, there's a powerful, lingering undercurrent of guilty fear to his words that a genuinely unrepentant person wouldn't possess.
"And you're right. I don't know you. And I don't trust you, and I don't even particularly like you." Or your sob story. He looks away. "But Thorne does. And I trust her."
"It means I'm putting my trust in her good faith in you," he growls. And as he talks, an aura of sheer, terrifying menace wraps around him, as he glares darkly at Barry. "And she already knows what I think of this."
More or less.
"My life is private. Especially that part." He doesn't need emphasis there, but a deep snarl crawls into his voice. "And if I ever hear that you've told someone about it without my permission, I will tear you apart piece by piece until it's just your screaming head. Got it?"
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Barry doesn't particularly want to do this. He prefers avoiding awkward social confrontations. If there's interpersonal unpleasantness to be done, he'd rather leave it to Lup.
But... he has a lot of very personal information on someone that he's technically never met before. That was. Weird. So he should theoretically find that person and ask what they'd like done with it.
So, when he has his human form has popped back out of the floor, he goes and seeks... uh. That guy, Gil,
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He looks around curiously; and when his eyes land on Barry, recognition flashes in them, before his ears press flat against his head and his muzzle wrinkles. "BAR-3, right?" Because he can only imagine that the guy's hanging around because he wants something.
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He hooks a leg over his bike, and snaps the handlebars shut. "What d'you want, dude."
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"I-- I, um, I-I'm sure you're aware, uh, that-- I was one of the ones helping- helping Thorne study in the towers..."
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...he has no right to say anything about being killed as your go-to fix for a situation does he
"Well we can't study you if you're dead. Look," he adds quickly, hands coming up quickly because Gil just turned at him with a very unimpressed expression, "It really wasn't anything personal. I can guarantee we would've done the same thing to any other Trojan that got stuck in that situation, it wasn't about you, we needed to study the virus."
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"Yeah, uh. Y-yeah, I guess. We did."
He takes a breath, and forces himself to straighten again. "Look, I-- I know that we don't really know each other, but. That- BAR-3, that guy, that's not who I am. A-and I know you don't have any reason to believe that, but-- I wouldn't. Do that. I know what it's like to lose your- your agency, like that, and." He lifts a hand to fix his glasses, and makes eye contact with Gil. "What BAR-3 did wasn't... right."
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"And you're right. I don't know you. And I don't trust you, and I don't even particularly like you." Or your sob story. He looks away. "But Thorne does. And I trust her."
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So. "Um. So. What d'you mean?"
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More or less."My life is private. Especially that part." He doesn't need emphasis there, but a deep snarl crawls into his voice. "And if I ever hear that you've told someone about it without my permission, I will tear you apart piece by piece until it's just your screaming head. Got it?"