Bart Allen couldn't look anyone in the eye as he confessed. When he  he wanted to talk about family, they expected it to be about Wally or Joan.

"Don and Dawn  weren't good people in my timeline.  I didn't come back just to be a tourist, I came for a lot of different reasons. Two of them were to make sure my grandpa never died that day and the twins never grew up to be the selfish monsters they would've been....I know you've seen the sweet kids they are now. The Tornado toddlers, but they could have grown up bitter people in a broken world...  Everyone did their best as they grew up, but there was a void, other things so important they were neglected... The Tornado Twins did everything to be noticed, to lash out at the villains for any excuse. Any appeal for their better nature was futile. They put anyone in their way on the mode.."

"Only caring about themselves in the end... My father left me and my mother behind before I was two and a half.... When they died, I couldn't miss people who never wanted me around. Who never went looking for me. Today I can't even look at the two of them wearing a bit of lavender without recalling a story. Do I just watch them grow up? Do I keep the darkness that could have thrived in those children to myself? Or do I just spill everything I don't want to see on reality? My stories, answers have always be thin, lies or part of an act. What do I do?" No one had a clear answer, not even Black Canary who had been counseling the team since it started. He went back to Central City and visited his grandparents. Watching the twins be tucked under a blanket.