Anymore? It doesn't work like that, Mack. I'm an Inhuman. All these people you're judging? They're Inhumans. They're my people. And a lot of them are terrified people. My mother? The one you think was a monster? She was ripped apart. She was tortured. She was put through hell. By humans. Awful, terrible humans. And you think she was irredeemable for hating humanity. For fearing what she saw as monsters. Now how are you any different?
Do you have any idea how much I hate knowing that you did think I was a monster? For something I had no control over. For something that was forced on me. I was terrified. I had never felt so alone in my life. And all of you acted like it was my fault. The only one who treated me like a person was Fitz. And then I found out I wasn't alone. I found people who supported me. Who helped me. And SHIELD treated them all like monsters, because they were misled. Because they were scared and lied to and manipulated. And Coulson decided that my father, my human father who murdered so many people and who tried to kill the people I love, deserved a second chance and that my mother, my inhuman mother who did horrible things because she was put through horrible things, was evil and needed to die. And now I'm supposed to bring Inhumans to SHIELD to help them when I know that none of you really care about them. I should tell them to run as far and as fast as they can.
Don't worry Mack. You couldn't possibly hate me more than I hate myself every single day.