She tipped her chin up so she was looking up at him, her hand moving to rest on his stomach. "I killed him." She'd come to terms with that. She'd had to before she'd done it, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to. But Kilgrave had to go. She'd done her best to find anything redeemable, tried to see if there was a glimmer of humanity in him. There hadn't been.

"And I don't want to think about a creepy rapist when I'm in bed with someone that managed to get me off. Once." Yep, she was keeping count.