So I was reading some older fic, and you know what I hate the most about Eowells? I really loved the man he was pretending to be. Like, when the mask was up and he wasn't being creepy, I loved that guy. And it kills me that he never really existed, that he was just a mask. I hate feeling like I don't know how to mourn a man that didn't actually exist, especially when he was a character and not a real person in the first place.
That’s the best part of him, to me? Well, narratively, I mean. It’s the most crushing.
Eobard was playing the longest con. And by the end of it, he both was and was not, was never ever, the man he was pretending to be. He was so much colder and crueler and more willing to kill. But we saw him kill so early, we knew he was capable of it, we knew he was a liar. But we still felt lied to, even knowing. When he was able to kill Cisco, when he was ready to kill all of them at the end. When he was both their mentor and their villain. We felt betrayed.
And so did they. And that’s it, right there. They feel betrayed. The team. He was never ever who he pretended to be and yet they loved the mask he wore, the things he taught them, the comfort and support and guidance he provided. He was their friend, but he himself was a lie.
That’s why I think they clung so hard to Harry despite their misgivings, and found HR as soon as he went home too. They’ve been searching for the mask and the lie that he never was. They’ll never find it, of course, and they’ve learned to love the other Harrison’s they’ve met along the way. But I think they all still miss the lie, some days.