Yeah, see. Swearing on John Garret's life is nice and all, but kiiiind of meaningless now that he's dead. It may also surprise you to know that your word means exactly nothing to me now. I mean. You lied to us for months, Ward. Months and months! About everything. I don't even know who the real Grant Ward is any more. How am I supposed to ever trust anything you say to me ever again?
[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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Date: 12 Sep 2014 17:44 (UTC)[Pause. Technically, they're good people. He knows that, but shots have already been fired. And he fired them. Now what comes is damage control.
She wouldn't be willing to do this if Pinkman had told her what he'd done.]
I promise not to hurt them.
[From here on out. And then there's a nasty taste in his mouth because he knows what she'll ask but it has to look real...]
I Swear on John Garrett.
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Date: 12 Sep 2014 18:01 (UTC)I'm gonna need a little more than that.
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Date: 12 Sep 2014 18:05 (UTC)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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Date: 12 Sep 2014 18:23 (UTC)[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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Date: 12 Sep 2014 21:16 (UTC)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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Date: 13 Sep 2014 03:02 (UTC)I'm not playing any game, Ward. I mean it.
Prove to me that I can trust you.
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Date: 13 Sep 2014 06:43 (UTC)You're not my SO skye. Or my CO for that matter. Give me a task.
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Date: 13 Sep 2014 13:54 (UTC)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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Date: 13 Sep 2014 15:08 (UTC)...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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Date: 13 Sep 2014 15:12 (UTC)Unbeknownst to Ward, she throws her comm across the room in exasperation.]