Eobard hadn't been entirely prepared for Barry to recover, and he certainly hadn't prepared for him to recover like this. Slammed back into the nearest building, the wind was knocked out of him by both the hit and the words. He couldn't deny Barry's premise. His entire life had been built around the Flash. Even before he'd gotten to this point, even before he'd gotten his abilities, his entire research career had been centered around the Flash, around his metahuman abilities and figuring out how the powers were first generated. If he did succeed in killing Barry, killing the Flash, where could he even go from here?
But direction was not tied intrinsically to character. And Thawne smirked at Barry, the blood shining on his teeth from Barry's repeated assault, chuckling vaguely to himself.
"I'm nothing without you?" He asked, a wryness in his voice. "I made you. Without me, you're some sniveling child cooped up in a police lab. Without me, you have nothing. Runner up, unrecognized potential. I'm nothing without you? Oh, Barry. How little you recognize that without me, the shape of your life would be nothing like what you have now. I gave you everything. I can take it away when I see fit."