[He needs to be free. that's his goal here. But she's so ... ready to fight for him. This man.
And it makes him wonder, would she have fought for him given time? Being aware of it, seeing it like this - hurt.
He studied the feed for a moment before switching to video]
....I feel like even if I said I was sorry? You wouldn't believe me. Even if I looked you right in the eye and said it my track record prior to all of this would color it even if I told you the truth. Even if I fell down to my knees and wept you'd still think I was a liar.
[Fine. Two can play at that game. Skye switches to video too.]
You're wrong.
[She says it without even hesitating to think.]
I'm not some cold-hearted robot like you. If I thought for even a second that you were genuinely sorry, that you genuinely regretted all the hurt and pain you inflicted on me, on the team, on Jesse, I would believe you. But you aren't. You're only sorry that it caused people to get mad at you.
[She's telling the truth, though; she doesn't think Ward's sorry at all. If she did, maybe she'd believe him.
Ward's last words though, they leave her hands shaking with rage. Her fists ball together tightly-- below the screen, so Ward can't see them. It's fortunate her fingernails aren't long enough to draw blood. For once she has no scathing reply, no cutting remark she can think of. Only:]
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The fact that you even have to ask that tells me you aren't sorry at all
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And it makes him wonder, would she have fought for him given time? Being aware of it, seeing it like this - hurt.
He studied the feed for a moment before switching to video]
....I feel like even if I said I was sorry? You wouldn't believe me. Even if I looked you right in the eye and said it my track record prior to all of this would color it even if I told you the truth. Even if I fell down to my knees and wept you'd still think I was a liar.
Tell me I'm wrong.
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You're wrong.
[She says it without even hesitating to think.]
I'm not some cold-hearted robot like you. If I thought for even a second that you were genuinely sorry, that you genuinely regretted all the hurt and pain you inflicted on me, on the team, on Jesse, I would believe you. But you aren't. You're only sorry that it caused people to get mad at you.
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[And it shows. His eyes narrow at the camera]
I'll say this much.
He was willing to die for you.
I'll respect him for that.
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Ward's last words though, they leave her hands shaking with rage. Her fists ball together tightly-- below the screen, so Ward can't see them. It's fortunate her fingernails aren't long enough to draw blood. For once she has no scathing reply, no cutting remark she can think of. Only:]
Fuck you.
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He wants some sort of balance, some sort of distance. To recover what he's lost in knowing her because it makes him feel weak.
It shouldn't.
Should it?
He turns the message off without bothering to respond, head in his hands.]