[ Worse hurts. Alien hurts. She grimaces through it, like she's chewing glass. Where Fitz thinks of Mack, Skye thinks of herself. Of Trip's face in ashen stone. Of the earthquake she caused crumbling him to nothing more than dust. Of the lobby, and how Regina made her wonder if she did have people who'd support her that way.
She'd asked him once, if an 0-8-4 could ever be a person. Fitz's words still stick in her mind today: I'd hate to meet him. ]
Not alone.
[ That's what really makes her wonder. This is just Fitz and Skye. No Coulson or May or Simmons. In over their head, no resources. ]
I'd eat my own shoe for a sat phone right about now.
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She'd asked him once, if an 0-8-4 could ever be a person. Fitz's words still stick in her mind today: I'd hate to meet him. ]
Not alone.
[ That's what really makes her wonder. This is just Fitz and Skye. No Coulson or May or Simmons. In over their head, no resources. ]
I'd eat my own shoe for a sat phone right about now.