That laugh may be what stopped Kilgrave cold. He listened to it reverberate around the silent room and caught no intention of mockery or derision. Had he picked up on either of those, he might have told everyone in the room to kill John or something else. Who knew with a creature of chaos like him.
The lilting rise and fall of John's accent was lost on Kilgrave. The man had his secrets in his past that he kept well hidden and was grateful in his twisted way that John didn't dig for. Too many wanted to know where weaknesses might lie. John never asked. Never pushed. For all it mattered, Kilgrave could have been born back in that cave and walked in here. At least as far as Kilgrave knew.
"You think you're the first one who's wanted to use me for what I can do? Or try to?" he asked with a snort of mixed amusement and disgust. John was far from the first. As the old saying went, damaged people were dangerous because they could survive. Because they knew they could survive. The bauble interested him, bait that he bit at as willingly as a fish did a clever lure.
"Why not? Isn't as if I can go back to America yet. I help you, and you give me back that little charm I wanted. Fair enough?"
Because that was how things were done in Kilgrave's world. Thing A led to Thing B or Reaction C. Ideas such as companionship or allies were myths that he didn't understand and didn't care to. He was a hideous excuse for a human being, but Kilgrave knew he was useful to some people.
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The lilting rise and fall of John's accent was lost on Kilgrave. The man had his secrets in his past that he kept well hidden and was grateful in his twisted way that John didn't dig for. Too many wanted to know where weaknesses might lie. John never asked. Never pushed. For all it mattered, Kilgrave could have been born back in that cave and walked in here. At least as far as Kilgrave knew.
"You think you're the first one who's wanted to use me for what I can do? Or try to?" he asked with a snort of mixed amusement and disgust. John was far from the first. As the old saying went, damaged people were dangerous because they could survive. Because they knew they could survive. The bauble interested him, bait that he bit at as willingly as a fish did a clever lure.
"Why not? Isn't as if I can go back to America yet. I help you, and you give me back that little charm I wanted. Fair enough?"
Because that was how things were done in Kilgrave's world. Thing A led to Thing B or Reaction C. Ideas such as companionship or allies were myths that he didn't understand and didn't care to. He was a hideous excuse for a human being, but Kilgrave knew he was useful to some people.
Always had been.
"Deal then?"