Great. Now it wasn't about her. It sure looked like it was about her, considering that she was putting her fucked up past on the table in front of her. "Don't you think I know that? I know they've probably fucked up a lot of people's lives. I don't think I'm the only person they did it too." One was never enough for those kinds of people.
"If you had them, you'd know they're not fucking amazing." No matter how many times she had tried to tell her that, there was no way to really show her how bad they were. Except the fucked up parts of her life. Things were fucked up, even before Kilgrave entered the picture.
She gave Trish a Look. "You're not fucking paying me. I don't want your money."
The thing was, that she was thinking about Whizzer or whatever the fuck he called himself. He shouldn't have died like that .She made a face. "Fine. Fine. I'll fucking look into it. Did you find anything else?"