I have debated how to broach this topic or whether it is appropriate to address it at all, but I feel, given recent events, that to remain mum when my instincts demand otherwise would do both of us a great disservice.
[ a few seconds later ]I had never fully considered the position I was placing you in when I took you after I first arrived. You were strong, capable, loyal, and you had the thing I lacked most in my own being: an ability to follow through upon what had been laid out before me. Your Coulson was right when he said I lacked conviction in my actions, probably more right than even he realized.
[ immediately after that ]I needed you. I cared not for your safety or your well being. In the moment, you were tools to me, no more, no less. But even tools are something to be respected and admired when they perform their tasks admirably, when they outstrip all of your assumptions about them. In the end, I admired your capabilities as well as your personal strengths.
[ a few seconds later ]It was never my intention to cause the lingering damage I did as I was always certain that there would be no lingering to be had. Perhaps not the best of reasonings, but it is what it is. It is easier, I thought, to have others direct your way. Easier, perhaps, but not always as desirable.
[ immediately after that ]I know my words likely mean very little to you. There is nothing trustworthy in my tongue. There never has been, and there never shall be. Take what I say however you wish to, but know that I am truly regretful of the pain I have caused.