"And when it looked like I might not be up to par, they would've disposed of me." So her parents had every intention of making a little terrorist. Before Vermis, before Val. This is who you were born to be. Jessica looked unshaken, not a single crack in her marble skin. She could take it, she'd resolved to. She drew in a steady breath, holding her glass between her palms. "I saw some of my father's entries. I knew what he thought of me. When I was sick and might not make it. It all makes sense now," she said with a controlled hint of bitterness, "the strange, familial approach HYDRA took with me."