It's fine. The ship can doctor up new limbs, apparently.
It's Mick. Thirty years Barry. I've known him since we were kids. We've always run hot and cold but I never thought he'd go so far of the rails.
We went to 2046. It was mess, and that's being kind. Star City. Criminals paradise. Mick loved it. Loves the chaos, you know? The world on fire. That idiot wanted to stay and I should have let him but I didn't. Couldn't. I don't leave people behind. But he didn't like that.
I thought he just needed to cool off. That's usually all it is. Typical Mick. Except instead he decides he'd rather side with the space pirates we were mixed up with and I had to make a choice. So I chose the team. I chose the team because it was the right thing to do and it only got worse from there. I knew if we kept him on the ship he'd only get worse and if we took him home he'd hurt Lisa, or anyone else. He can't control his impulses when he's that angry.
I should have killed him Barry. I could have. Had him right there but I didn't have the guts. Even dragged him off the ship. I was going to to. But I left him. I left him so I could come back for him when it was all said and done. Just so things could go back to normal.
Turns out the bounty hunter that's been after us this whole time? It was Mick. It's always been Mick. The Time Masters found him. Trained him, tortured him, brainwashed him. Who the hell knows but he's different. He's colder and he caught me. Wanted to take me back in time. Watch him kill Lisa over and over and over again. So when he left me alone chained up I did what I had to do. Froze my hand, got out.
Now we've got him locked up on the ship but it's not him Barry. It's no Mick. He's different. And it's because I left him behind. I should have killed him. I had the chance and I should have killed him.