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💛 for jessica’s honest opinion of vale:
Jessica makes a point of reading the drug bust story when it comes out. It’s good. For a blood-sucking reporter, Vale does have a way with words.
She smirks and actually pays for the paper, takes it back to her apartment and reads the story over again. Then she looks up other articles Vale has written. It takes about ten minutes for her to decide that Vicki Vale is a goddamn genius at what she does.
There’s a ruthlessness to her stories, sure. A relentless push for the truth. She doesn’t hold back, doesn’t take an ‘objective’ stance. She’s not afraid to say what she goddamn means. But she isn’t sensational either, doesn’t twist facts to make the stories better. Truth. That’s the bottom line for her.
Jessica finds it refreshing. If she could spell, if she could fucking string a sentence together, this is the kind of shit she’d write.
She’s not sure if she trusts Vale, entirely. It’s hard to trust someone with a press pass and an ache to prove herself, but Jessica doesn’t not trust her either. She’d get drunk with her again anytime, hopefully next time, when Kilgrave’s voice isn’t echoing in her skull.
She just hopes she never winds up on the other side of Vale’s pen. Vale would only write the truth, but the truth can be goddamn painful.
