"It's not just that," She attempted to explain, turning her head an pressing her cheek to Alcide's chest so she could speak clearer. As she tried to string together her thoughts, she had to work past a drunk like haze that came from going from a low, to a high so fast. The ache was still there, but being held like this felt nice, and she was calming down, and even holding on a little tighter. She wasn't lying. There was more to this than the apocalypse. There was what she had done Eric. Then Tara. Then Debbie. Not to mention what felt like countless other mistakes that were slowly began swallowing everything that made her who she was the moment she wa separated from everything she ever knew, an everyone she loved. "I was fucking up pretty bad," She breathed. "Even before the world got crazier.. you know. More than it already was?"
The aftershocks of crying so hard came in little shudders and the occasional hiccup that she swallowed back when Alcide put enough distance between them to look at her again. There wasn't any indicator of stress, she wore herself out too much for that. She tried to consider his words, but they couldn't quite sink in. "If Jessica didn't stand a chance, how could Jason?" She asked just as softly as she was solemn. A day didn't go by where she didn't think of the people that should still be here.. Jessica was one of them.