[ The last thing Barry remembers before ending up here, wherever that is, is red. Red clouding his vision, and his thoughts, a roiling pit of rage overtaking everything. Red streaks against his skin; spattered across his face, over his knuckles, across his shirt. Knuckles torn open against cement before everything faded away.
It's faded now, greyed out, replaced with a hollow, empty feeling. Numb. Here very clearly isn't where he expects to be, if the wary but vacant expression looking around at everything is anything to go on, but he's too exhausted to process much. He doesn't seem especially surprised by the words, only mildly startled by the fact there's someone else here, and he takes a step back on reflex. Checks for his gun on autopilot, but it's gone. Probably for the best anyway. ]
Where am I?
[ Because the other's words don't actually answer anything. ]
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It's faded now, greyed out, replaced with a hollow, empty feeling. Numb. Here very clearly isn't where he expects to be, if the wary but vacant expression looking around at everything is anything to go on, but he's too exhausted to process much. He doesn't seem especially surprised by the words, only mildly startled by the fact there's someone else here, and he takes a step back on reflex. Checks for his gun on autopilot, but it's gone. Probably for the best anyway. ]
Where am I?
[ Because the other's words don't actually answer anything. ]