T2 = 00.32.15
During the emergency meeting, Barry tried to act as though his universe hadn't just ended. He struggled to match his words to those he'd spoken the time before. When Cisco reminded him of the newspaper from the future, Barry could only nod and let him explain, because he couldn't stop wondering about how he was yet another day older than the world around him, how he'd had one day of time that nobody else had in all of creation.
At one point, Oliver asked him if he was alright, and Barry knew he was putting on a poor show, and he couldn't help but think of the regret in Oliver's face before the world ended.
Then he put the mask back on, and nodded reassuringly all the same, because you're the Flash, you can do anything, you can save the world, you have to.
"Go home to your cities," Barry said, again. "They'll need you. Focus on relief efforts. I'll try to cover as much international ground as I can… and call the Titans. We're going to need everyone for this."
This time, though, as everyone stood and Barry walked down past the table as calmly as he could, Cisco called out.
"Barry…," he said, and Barry almost flinched at the anxiety in his voice. "You've hardly spoken. This could be really bad news. Mostly for you."
"It's going to be fine, Cisco," said Barry. He took a breath, and tried to put every bit of his certainty and his hope for his friends' futures into his next words.
"Everything will be alright."
But when he turned to go, he felt Cisco grab his arm, and looked back as Cisco's expression froze.
Oh, no.
After a few moments, Cisco released his grip.
"Oh my god," he said, clearly horrified.
Barry looked at him a moment longer, then vanished in a blur of red and gold.