“If you wanna live here, you have to obey my laws, it doesn’t matter you’re my granddaugher, you don’t treat me like your family, so won’t I. But you’re my employee, so I expect you to work when you have to!”
“You’re boring me to death, and I’m already dead.”
“Could you explain me please, what are you doing? You were supposed to be in the restaurant today and for the third time this month you’ve decided to disappear without any explanation, probably messing around with Anne and her weird friends again. I’m so upset with you Skye, I’m going to ask you to go back to Windenburg, because I just don’t know what to do with you anymore.”
That’s the thing about Skye. What I told her shattered her world. Her lifelong search led to stories of murder, and now it’s too difficult to continue. Her search is over. Her story ends here. But you know what she said?
She said no - her story started here. Her whole life, she thought she wasn’t wanted, that she didn’t belong, that every family that took her in didn’t want her to stay, didn’t care. But all that time, it was S.H.I.E.L.D. protecting her, looking after her. That’s what she took away from the story-not the family she’ll never have, but the one she’s always had. Here I am, telling her something that could destroy her faith in humanity, and somehow she manages to repair a little piece of mine. The world is full of evil and lies and pain and death, and you can’t hide from it-you can only face it. The question is, when you do, how do you respond? Who do you become?