Melinda May stood across from Grant Ward with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. She observed him; she had expected him to be staring her down, silently challenging her. But the quiet man in the chair had her confused. He was looking down at his cuffed hands and wringing them nervously.

"May?" Skye knocked, opening the door and stepping inside. "Fitz is awake."

May nodded and uncrossed her arms before turning to leave. "You gonna be okay here?"

"I'll be fine." Skye assured with a nod, closing the door on May's back. She moved to stand in front of Ward.

"Skye!" Ward tried to shoot out of his seat but was disappointed when his cuffs caught and kept him in place. He didn't miss the way she had shrunk back at his attempt and it made his stomach turn; she had trusted him, she had felt safe with him, but he ruined that. She was afraid of him now…

"You're pathetic." She said bluntly. "You tried to kill Coulson. He's in critical condition. If he dies…I will hate you like you've never known."

"You can't hate me more than I hate myself." He seethed, clenching his hands and letting the reality of Skye's hatred sink in.

"How can a loyal member of Hydra hate himself?" She asked with sarcasm. "How can a guy who believes he'll have it all hate himself? How can a guy with so much confidence and ignorance hate who he is?!"

"I hate myself for hurting you, Skye!" He roared, slamming his hands on the table. "I joined Hydra because I believed I was doing something right. I know now that I was so wrong."

"You've never been more wrong." She snapped; she wanted to keep her emotions in check. She wanted to be able to mask her features as well as May, but little by little her anger was seeping through and she knew it meant that her sympathy for him would soon follow. She turned to leave.

"Skye, wait!" Ward pleaded. "I am sorry, Skye."

"Sorry for what?!" Skye turned to him, tears brimming her eyes. "Sorry for pretending to train me? Sorry for acting like you cared when I was in danger? Sorry for sleeping with May when you knew it would hurt me?! What, Ward?! What are you sorry for?!"

He sucked in a sharp breath when the tears began to flow, knowing he was the cause. "Sk-."

"Shut up!" She slammed her hands on the table so hard that her hands stung. "You never gave a damn about me! You never cared about Coulson, Jemma, Fitz, or May! When Jemma jumped out of the plane to save us, you jumping after her was just an act, wasn't it? When you and Fitz went on that mission, you making sure he got back safe was just pretend, wasn't it? When I got shot and almost died, you didn't really care, did you?! No! Because you were behind all of it!"

"Skye, please?" Ward clenched his jaw, trying his best to keep his own tears from falling.

"You're the reason I almost died! You're the reason Coulson was tortured! It's your fault! All of it!" Skye punched the table. "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s collapse was all on you! Director Fury's death should be on your conscious and if Coulson dies, so will his! You're so full of it, Ward!" She dropped her head, hearing her tears hit the metal table. "I…can't. I can't hate you…no matter how hard I try. I want to. I want to hate you with every fiber of my being, but I can't."

Ward looked down at the table to see blood leaking through her fingers, mixing with her tears. He reached for her hand, taking her by surprise when he ran his fingers across her bruised and bloody knuckles. "Skye." He whispered, dropping his head to rest against her hand. "It wasn't an act."

"What?"

"None of it was an act." He squeezed her fingers gently. "I care for Jemma. I worry about Fitz. I look up to Coulson. I felt something for May. I get scared whenever you're not in my sight. None of it was pretend. They day you got shot, my heart stopped beating. I thought I'd lose you. I wanted to kill Quinn but I couldn't because we were both under Garrett's orders, but that doesn't mean I didn't want to rip his head off. I know sleeping with May hurt you, but I did it because I was starting to feel something for you, Skye. I did it t o push you away because I knew what the outcome would be in the end."

Skye shook her head and pulled her hand from his grasp, choking back her tears. "Goodbye, Ward."

"Skye…" Ward tried to say more but she slammed the door on her way out, not wanting to hear more of his lies.

Once outside, Skye was surprised to find herself being pulled into someone's arms. The second they wrapped around her in a hug, she broke down. She wanted to think it was silly, she wanted to believe she was crying for Coulson, but she couldn't and she wasn't. She was upset because the one man she trusted more than Coulson had betrayed them; he had been the reason she was now on the verge of losing the one and only family she knew. Her chest hurt, her eyes were stinging, and her body was exhausted as she slumped in the arms of Melinda May.

May never coddled anyone. She always believed people had to be able to set aside their emotions to get the job done. She was stubborn and didn't believe in sympathy for mistakes. But right now, the only other person she had ever seen so broken was Coulson, but he was never conscious of it. Skye, on the other hand, was very aware of what was happening. She was in pain, and not the physical kind like May had endured every so often. May held Skye close as they slumped to the floor, letting her get everything out now so she could hopefully rest later. Whether Skye knew it or not, she really saved all of them yet again and May was grateful.

Ward could hear the violent sobs coming from the other end of the interrogation room and he ran his hands over his face. The only person who would ever cry for him like that was Skye and he knew it. She had been right to blame him for all that was happening and he knew if Coulson died, she'd only resent him so much that she'd probably try to kill him if she could, and he just might let her. It was no lie when he said he cared about her but he knew she'd never believe it. He didn't pretend to train her, it was real; he had been so afraid of something happening to her that he didn't realize he was the only danger.