[... Barry knows it's the sickness talking. He knows that the fever inflicted by the liches in charge is making Taako say these things. Things he never would've said if it hadn't been for the liches, the cloying artificial fear gripping tightly around his heart.

He doesn't really mean it. He doesn't really mistrust him. He doesn't... He doesn't really think these things about Barry.

Right?]

That's not true, Taako. Y-You're my family. I-- I love you, I would never hurt ya.

[The elf doesn't seem to be backing down. Should Barry..? Would it be safe to move? Barry takes a slow, tentative step backwards, not lowering his hands, not taking his eyes off Taako.]

Listen t'me, Taako. You're not gonna lose her. Okay? Nothin's gonna happen, I-- I promise. I hear ya, okay? Hard t'trust anybody right now. B-But... she's not goin' anywhere, okay? It's you an' her. From th'beginning. I know that.

I wouldn't get in th'way of that.