Dead. Dead. There was a cold snap that ran through him at those words, it hitting him that there was far more to this than he'd originally surmised. He was out of step with the timeline, somehow existing when he wasn't supposed to. He was a remnant, broken and separated, possibly still lingering in order to set events into motion. But then again... that still didn't explain this place. When Barry broke his grip, the move not something that he ever would have expected the younger man to be able to manage, Eobard couldn't help but narrow his eyes at Barry. Just how long had he been dead, and how much had Barry learned in that time?
"I think you are more than capable of fracturing things to this degree," Eobard said. "It isn't as though you know how time travel functions, the rules, or any of the consequences. This, though..." He paused, frowning as he turned his gaze out over the landscape around them. This would have taken a rather magnificent feat to generate. And as it was, it was impossible to tell whether they were back in a past where a city had been constructed amongst the dinosaurs, or in the future where biological science had revived extinct species.
"Not that it matters. This far outside of the flow of things in either direction. With confirmation that my plans ultimately fail..." It was an instant, that Eobard had turned, flinging himself at Barry and backing him towards the edge of the roof. "What do I have to lose?"