[ But she does. She's trained for this, she's worked so hard to have tight control over her emotions and her powers, and this place is slowly undoing all of that. Between her own disappearance and now Coulson's, those days trapped in the Gull, the earthquake the night before... Only, what if it isn't just that? She still doesn't know if she's even capable of the same control now, or if what happened to her broke something that can't be fixed.

Yet another thing she can't burden anyone here with. ]

Yes, I do. [ The words are quiet, her eyes falling to the dusty floor at his feet. She doesn't elaborate though, just circles back to the much more important topic at hand. ] It wasn't like that for me. There weren't words, my mind wasn't—

[ She can't say that word. ]

It wasn't HYDRA that did it. Not directly. It was an Inhuman, the first Inhuman, the monster HYDRA worshipped for thousands of years.