IC Inbox - Entranceway

[directed]

Obviously I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll--listen to it. Eventually.

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[directed]

And yet you only saw fit to ask about it now--in the midst of another event no less.

[Rip isn't completely buying it. There is something he's missing, although Eobard likely won't reveal whatever detail that is. Still--he's not taking the man's words at face value.]

[projected]

Believe what you will. I may not be a polite man, but I'm not a dishonest one. I do not make falsehoods about my intentions.

[His lies are only by omission, which other people count while he doesn't. Anything he doesn't reveal is done with calculation.]

[directed]

Oh, I've no reason not to believe you. [At least not so far as this is concerned.] You've been thinking about it since the floods; fine.

But merely thinking about something, and choosing to act on it--[He points towards Eobard briefly.]--those are two entirely different creatures.

So I suppose what I'm really asking after, is what made you decide to act?

[projected]

[He smirks.]

If you must know, I just wanted to ruin your pleasant evening.

[directed]

Oh, how flattering that you'd go to the effort.

[Right then. Eobard means not to tell him, and Rip hardly suspects he'll be able to sway the man. So be it.]

Until the next time we meet, Mr. Thawne.