I need more whiskey for that.

My liver's still in better shape than your arse, jerk.

I got that when you made me stare at it for hours without blinking. Thanks for nothing.

*squints at that remark* The audacity of it, but it also dawns on her that she might have had some control after all while being mind-fucked by him. That's a huge revelation, and she can just hope that he doesn't realize it. "Go fuck yourself, Kilgrave."

She's so annoyed that she wants to retort 'make me', but then she realizes that he might just do that. So it's time for her to get out of here before things become...slippery. "You wish." she mumbles, then turns on her heels.

Jessica just wants to keep walking, but her eyes start burning the moment she realizes she can't. Worst thing is, she doesn't know if it's him controlling her or...something else. "All the fucking time." she admits between her teeth. It's true, but not in the way he means it.

Her legs are like lead, but she forces herself to keep walking, his words ringing in her ears. She hates him. She hates herself. And she hates the fact that there is only one way to keep the dreams away. Get so drunk she passes out. Though tonight, not even this might work.