[during Kara's haze of sadness, right after she'd killed Frank and died and came back, before she'd stupidly went back to Kilgrave, like an idiot, she remembers Will telling her a little about this. What sort of monster... just...

He's a kid. She can't get over it. Still, she listens, watches Will, nods along patiently while he talks.]

It wasn't your fault. You know that, Will. The monster was controlling you. Whatever it did, or whatever tricks it made you do, was all its fault. I'm so sorry you've had to live through it, though. [she adds, fiercely:] It's not right.