Jessica wasn’t sure what to make of it, talking to god? There were some things she would have to see to believe, this being one of them. “Crazy doesn’t even cover it” She breathed finally, if it hadn’t been for the fact that she had died and come back she would have deemed them all insane and run off a long time ago but it was hard to deny that there had to be some truth behind it. She would rather believe them, even if what she was hearing didn't seem possible.
“It’s a bit hard to stay clear of it now,” Jessica replied quietly. She closed her eyes briefly, she wanted to ask about her own death and what was responsible but she wasn’t quite ready to discuss it in detail out loud, she doubted she ever would be. “What did you think I was?” She asked instead, opening her eyes again, “the knife, the way you were acting.”