In the solitude of time, Lucas knelt.
He didn't cry. He never would.
But he felt. He felt the pulse of the Speed Force around him.
— Why do they still resist? — he whispered.
The feminine voice of the Speed Force responded within him, ethereal and cold:
— Because you are not one of them. You are rejection.
— I am perfection.
— You are consequence.
Lucas stood.
— Then give me more power.
— There are others.
— I will hunt them down.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of time, Zoom — trapped within a temporal rift — felt something familiar. Something... blue.
— It can't be...
And he laughed. A mad, wicked laugh.
— Savitar… you're back.