Guilt makes people do stupid s***.
Granted, it is a mundane name, but “Kilgrave”? Talk about obvious. Was “Murdercorpse” already taken?
Everything changes. And nothing changes. People die. More are born. And in between, we exist. I never wanted to do more than that. Just exist.
Doing something good it helps with the self-loathing.
Dear God, I would do anything to see the look on her face when she realizes she’s helpless. I’d make her want me. Then reject her. Devastate her over and over and over until she wants to die. No, I won’t give her that, either. She’d wither away like someone dying of thirst or starvation. Be a certain ring of hell, designed specially for her. Or maybe I’ll just kill her.
All it takes is one word, one suggestion, and they’re no longer in control. All they know is a singular, intense need to follow me, to photograph me, to not get caught. Kilgrave’s spy has no distractions, just an acute focus on me.
A**holes try. I just do.
A big part of the job is looking for the worst in people. Turns out I excel at that.
“Hero” isn’t a bad word, Jessica. It’s just someone who gives a s*** and does something about it.
Your past always catches up with you. Might as well rip the Band-Aid off now.[to Malcolm]
You want to discuss him? Fine, go to that survivor’s group. But if you want to catch him, give me something I can use.
You make my life choices look good. That’s impressive.[to Erik]
