"Oh, come on. You can't use Eddie as a model of the Thawne temperament. You can ask him. He's atypical in actually caring about people actively," Eobard said with a derisive snort. "Our family is business, law, and the economy of politics. Nothing else. And emotions are a liability when it comes to making deals." There was more to it than that. Thawnes were supposed to make a name for themselves. However they managed to do it didn't ultimately matter as long as they were noted and celebrated. As it was, he'd been judged for taking the path of sciences and academia until he'd staked a claim for himself as someone of note. As much as he'd judged Eddie for his position, it had been mostly to get under his skin. He understood, in part, what it was like to always feel like the runner-up.
"Oh, no. I thought it was an absolutely fantastic idea," Eobard drawled. If Hartley could throw some sarcasm at him, he could toss it right back. "It wasn't anything I could fix. And I wanted to. The second it happened. But you can't reknit the skin and bone and muscle back together once it's been phased, and I'd hit something so vital that there wasn't any way to even get the time to... It doesn't matter." Eobard cut himself off, scowling and shaking his head. He really didn't like this honesty thing. If he'd had the option, he would have stuck with his story that he'd never really cared for Hartley, and it had all been a game to him. But that was pretty well out the window at this point.
"I'm the bad guy, Hartley. We either kill the hero and win, or our story doesn't turn out well. So there's no someday."