[ Not for nothing, Trish lacks any signs of dawning horror. Her mouth twists downward, not surprised but pained. There's a sharpness to her gaze, eyes knowing.
She doesn't have to think of what she would never say because it's already spilling out of her mouth. ]
Kilgrave says hi. [ And her eyes shutter closed, mouth thinning in frustration. She can't even stop herself from talking, let alone protect anyone else. It takes her a few seconds to recover and pry her eyes back open. Her lashes are wet from the rain, which suits her just fine at this precarious moment. ] I saw him earlier, at the town hall. [ Of course there's a hitch in her breath then, betraying her as much as her mouth had. ] But I'm fine.
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She doesn't have to think of what she would never say because it's already spilling out of her mouth. ]
Kilgrave says hi. [ And her eyes shutter closed, mouth thinning in frustration. She can't even stop herself from talking, let alone protect anyone else. It takes her a few seconds to recover and pry her eyes back open. Her lashes are wet from the rain, which suits her just fine at this precarious moment. ] I saw him earlier, at the town hall. [ Of course there's a hitch in her breath then, betraying her as much as her mouth had. ] But I'm fine.
[ Are they ever fine? ]