It was true. But it also wasn't. Yes, Eobard had helped to build him, had shaped this version of his life. But he hadn't made Barry. And he hadn't made the Flash. He'd just...Barry didn't like thinking about what Thawne had done to him. It hurt too much. Thawne had done so many things. He had broken his trust. Had broken his family. Had built him up, just to tear him down. He hated him, more than he hated almost anyone. He had taken his mother. He had set him on the path that had led to Zoom. He had taken Eddie and Ronnie and his father, not directly but it was a clear path from Thawne to those losses.
"I was always more than you thought I was," he said. "I don't know what I was like before you screwed with time for your selfish reasons, but I'm sure that no matter what kind of man I was, I was better than you. You didn't make me, Thawne. You broke me. You were right when you said that no matter what happened to you, I would never be completely happy. But even with everything, I'll never be as miserable and pathetic as you. So kill me if you want to. If you even can. You'll be just as empty when you're done."