[ No, Kilgrave took him. Because she couldn't wait around long enough in the Reset Room for his number to come up, because she couldn't risk anyone else falling prey to the same fate. She couldn't trust the people who trusted her; he was the only exception and he'll keep on paying for it as long as he pursues her and probably, by now, even if he stops. Same goes for her. Somehow he became her second-in-command, somehow she became in command, a mistake she would rather die than make twice, if death were worth an actual damn.

Jess looks baffled by his attempt to clarify, an old puzzle piece to which none of these new ones correspond. ]

You don't get to pick and choose what I did and what he did to me based on how goddamn guilty you feel touching me. I'm not one of them. [ Not Faith, not Kara, not Frank Castle, though the move she pulled last night is probably in two-third's of their repertoires if not all three. ]