But they were far from the cortex and Cisco's special food stores. He did not have the patience to explain that food like that flat out wouldn't work. In fact, it would be like trying to eat sawdust, in taste, texture, and nutritional value. But he was still stuck on trying to figure out how this could even happen. Zoom had fed him blood more times than he could count. It never did this. It never came close. He'd done it all the same. What had he missed?

"Food's not what you need," he said, almost under his breath. But he knew Barry could now hear him clears as if he'd spoken properly. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, still not turning to face the speedster. He wanted to yell and throw things. Something to get this weight out of his chest.