[Jesus Christ. That's cold as hell and there's a moment of pride. He bares his teeth before]
You don't think that May would have done the same thing? Or Coulson? Or everyone that you look up to?
I'm not one to look an olive branch in the mouth but goddamnit Skye for someone who used to be so mistrustful of organizational structure you're naive.
No. I don't think they would have. I think they would have realized that the organisation they were working for was evil and split before it got that far.
[What she WANTS is for him to be locked up. But she can't say that, not without setting him off. She takes a while to think about it.]
What I want? What I want is to be able to trust you again. But I can't. So you tell me. How can I trust that you're telling the truth, when you say you won't hurt my friends?
[That should do it, she thinks. Let him believe you're still naive, that there's hope for him yet-- to prove himself. Dangle the possibility in front of him like a carrot.]
You know, this seems familiar somehow. I wonder where...
Oh, yes. I remember now. I remember there was a time in the good old days when it was me who betrayed the team's trust. I was in your doghouse for weeks, and I didn't even kill anybody. I remember I was slapped on the wrist with an internet tracking nanny, and nobody would give me an easy, one-task only way to prove myself. No, I had to earn it. I had to continuously prove myself, again and again, putting myself out there in missions and proving I had our team's best interests at heart over and over for weeks. And what I did was small-time compared to you.
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You don't think that May would have done the same thing? Or Coulson? Or everyone that you look up to?
I'm not one to look an olive branch in the mouth but goddamnit Skye for someone who used to be so mistrustful of organizational structure you're naive.
...Tell me what you want. Tell me.
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[What she WANTS is for him to be locked up. But she can't say that, not without setting him off. She takes a while to think about it.]
What I want? What I want is to be able to trust you again. But I can't. So you tell me. How can I trust that you're telling the truth, when you say you won't hurt my friends?
[That should do it, she thinks. Let him believe you're still naive, that there's hope for him yet-- to prove himself. Dangle the possibility in front of him like a carrot.]
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Christ she's adorable.
And he's a mess because his chest hurts. He can't think. His throat hurts.]
Because I see you've finally learned how the game is played.
How does it feel?
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I'm not playing any game, Ward. I mean it.
Prove to me that I can trust you.
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You're not my SO skye. Or my CO for that matter. Give me a task.
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Oh, yes. I remember now. I remember there was a time in the good old days when it was me who betrayed the team's trust. I was in your doghouse for weeks, and I didn't even kill anybody. I remember I was slapped on the wrist with an internet tracking nanny, and nobody would give me an easy, one-task only way to prove myself. No, I had to earn it. I had to continuously prove myself, again and again, putting myself out there in missions and proving I had our team's best interests at heart over and over for weeks. And what I did was small-time compared to you.
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...I suppose then.
This won't be the last time we see each other.
[Disconnect. He won't be responding again]
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Unbeknownst to Ward, she throws her comm across the room in exasperation.]