The reason you stopped me from using that drug was because you didn't want me to use it...?
Oh wow, what a great answer! Skye immediately felt that listening to him was like listening to him. "You think you can fob me off with that?"
Skye put her hands on her hips, clearly unwilling to accept such a brush-off. "Tell me the specific reason. Is there something wrong with that drug?"
"Did you forget what I told you? I said I took part in the later remedial work for that drug." Evenson waved a hand helplessly. "If there was nothing wrong with it, what the hell would I be fixing?"
Hmm... Skye blinked, thinking that did seem to make some sense. But then she asked doubtfully, "But you already fixed it. So that means there's nothing wrong with the drug now."
"Heh." Evenson let out a cold laugh. "I'm extremely results-oriented. In other words, my work has nothing to do with that drug. I merely achieved the result that drug was supposed to achieve."
"You resurrected Coulson!" Skye was utterly shocked.
"Yes and no." Evenson gave an ambiguous answer. "But what I can say for certain is that the effects of that drug, as well as the process of his resurrection, left an indelible mark on him."
"Really? Coulson looks perfectly normal." Skye's shock was immediately replaced by worry. Although she had just realized that Coulson was probably the kind of father whose paternal love ran deep as a mountain.
Still, if a father wasn't strict, it was the daughter's fault. At the very least, compared with Evenson, Coulson was worth saving.
"He only looks normal." Out of habit, Evenson picked up a cup and walked over to the empty liquor cabinet. Then he curled his lip and poured himself