"I hear you." Jessica clattered her bottle against his, then brought it to her lips. "I mean--" She was cut off by her own incredulous chuckle and she shook her head, eyes fallen on her lap. “People love to hate, and we're easy targets. If we did nothing at all, they’d bitch about that. It’s a losing battle, really." Shrugging her shoulders, Jessica took another drink, slightly smirking against the rim as it appeared that the drug was taking effect. Licking her lips, she tipped her head back and stared up at the ceiling and went silent a couple of beats.
“Some of them are grateful though, and I try to keep that in mind. If I didn’t, I think I might go mad, to be honest.” Jessica sighed. “Sometimes we’re put in the most awful situations where we’re forced to make the most awful choices that, in the end, are for the best. Those sorts of instances aren’t easy to recover from. They stick. I for one still think about the things I’ve had to do and wonder if there was any other way that I somehow overlooked.” Raking her fingers through her hair, Jessica sat forward, brows knitted together as she swirled the remaining liquid in her bottle and watched it spiral. She murmured.