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Where was he from? Why did she care? Kilgrave glanced at Katherine with a frown. What a stupid question – couldn’t she recognise his accent? He hated Americans sometimes. Most of the time, actually. But then, before he could answer, she said she’d guessed he was from England, and he was relieved she wasn’t as stupid as the question had made her seem. He was quiet for a few seconds, considering. He didn’t have to tell her, but why did it matter if she knew where he was from? She probably wouldn’t know where it was, even if he told her.
“You guessed correctly,” he said, a little patronisingly. “I was born in Manchester.” Maybe it was because she was endearing, or because she had dared to ask at all, but he decided to tell her. “I didn’t stay there for very long. It was a shit-hole. I moved to London when I was a kid.” He didn’t care about why she’d been to England, so he didn’t bother to ask. What concerned him was why she was asking. What was her ulterior motive? Was she trying to figure him out, the way Daisy had? Why did she care?
He studied her for a few seconds in silence, before deciding to just make her tell him. “Tell me,” he said, “Why do you want to know where I’m from?” He knew that most people made small talk. But he was sure that Katherine had another reason for asking. It was much easier to just make her tell him that to try to guess what her angle was.
“ knowledge,” she said right away after he demanded to get to know her reason for asking him questions; and wondering about him. she did not need to tell him more, because the main reason for her questions where knowledge. but deep down she also had a feeling that she also had to conclude her other reason too. “everyone has a story” it sounded stupid, she would agree on that if he laughed at her now. “ most people don’t like to talk about it” kate informed him, pretty sure he was one of those people.
kilgrave might not have much interest in giving her information or anything about his life and his story –– but it did not mean kate could not wonder about it. “ getting to know a person, is that really so bad?” she asked.
a few moments later, they stood outside the big hotel as she looked up. it looked even bigger than the first time she had been there. something that seemed very strange, seeing as kate had been eleven the last time she stood with one of the people who worked with her father, looking up at the high hotel. “ are we going all the way up?” she asked
