I can’t get her to wear a dress for the life of me.
I’ll wear one to your funeral.
Okay, but tell me if I’m alone in this mental image.
Trish funds…not a funeral, exactly, she doesn’t think that evil prick deserves anything so nice. But a closure service. They’ve been calling it a closure service. The cops have the body, but she figures this’ll be good for them–funerals only happen for the dead, and she…maybe it’s ridiclous, but Tirsh thinks that if she knows that bastard had something funeral-adjacent, he’ll feel a little more dead and maybe sleeping will be a little easier. And originally Trish was like “Well, it’s gonna be me and Jessica and hey, maybe we’ll light some stuff on fire afterward, it’ll be cathartic or some shit.” But things got a little out of hand and Malcolm asked if he could come and they said yes, obviously, and some of the people from the docks heard about it and asked if they could come, and Trish gave Jessica the most hopeful look and Jessica agreed, and the other survivors of Kilgrave’s rampage started to turn up and finally it was just an accepted thing. If you survived Kilgrave, you’re invited to give the bastard one final ‘fuck you.’
It’s not a formal thing, really, just a rented room and a lot of alcohol and some food. There are cops in full uniform, and people covered in bruises and leaning on other people who tried to kill them a week ago, and there are a lot of tears–of relief, of rage, of grief for those who didn’t survive to see the day. There are some victorious smiles, too, though. Trish is shocked to see their numbers, and she’s not sure if she’s upset and furious to see how many people Kilgrave hurt, or viciously glad to see how many survived in spite of him.
The opening remarks are about to get underway when the doors open and Jessica Jones sweeps in like a summer storm.
She’s wearing her usual leather jacket and boots, a smirk, and a brilliant yellow sundress.
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