Any light in Skye's gaze dims, and she drops her eyes. Talk about topical. It confirms the suspicions she'd start to gather about May—That whoever had been wearing her face wasn't really her. This is May, and she feels guilty for ever buying the substitute. Uncannily insightful, straight-shooter, targeted.
Infuriating and guilt-inducing all at once. Not some kind of moral conflict, but rather, much like a kid who gets caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Which is a horrible metaphor, all history considered, and Skye would like to un-think it. ]
He is. [ Which is stated as flat confirmation that he is, in fact, the other guy. ] … And to be fair, he did technically start it. [ You just have to go back a ways to get to the part where he started it. ]
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Any light in Skye's gaze dims, and she drops her eyes. Talk about topical. It confirms the suspicions she'd start to gather about May—That whoever had been wearing her face wasn't really her. This is May, and she feels guilty for ever buying the substitute. Uncannily insightful, straight-shooter, targeted.
Infuriating and guilt-inducing all at once. Not some kind of moral conflict, but rather, much like a kid who gets caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Which is a horrible metaphor, all history considered, and Skye would like to un-think it. ]
He is. [ Which is stated as flat confirmation that he is, in fact, the other guy. ] … And to be fair, he did technically start it. [ You just have to go back a ways to get to the part where he started it. ]