Cal: I reassembled her, piece by piece; sewed her back up. But she was never the same. Coulson: She was out for blood. Cal: Before Whitehall, an elder would sacrifice themselves every few decades so she could live on; carry on tradition. She would weep, scream, beg them not to. She had a good heart Phil, she did. It was just torn out.
Coulson: Are you ready to refocus your energies? Skye: Team centered around people with powers? How many on the list? Coulson: Right now, just you. Take it slow.