Kara's forehead, and the space between her eyebrows, scrunch as she listens. As she's trying to put together what he's saying. That he's either from the future, or another present, but one that's been completely overwritten. But none of that, none of it as important as what stumbles out first, choking at her heart, direr than any of the details he used to get to those words.

"You're dying?" That sounds like the wrong phrased two words. Sounds confusedly disjointed, like she's slotting foreign objects next to each other, and calling them together. But even that obvious, that uncertain, it can't keep the sudden bell-clear anguish wrapping her tone. It's absolutely wrong. All of this is wrong. Barry shouldn't look like this. Ever be erased. Ever be dying. "Supposed to be dead ... soon?"