[ Jessica leans into Adaine's embrace, gripping her for dear life. This girl has gone through so much too, so much that she never, ever deserved. That she's established some perspective on it, and what it means to her, offers a sliver of hope to Jessica. ]

She kept calling herself "furniture" instead of a person. She was so miserable she decided to end it. But she... wanted us to go down with her. [ The ultimate, final act of miserable egotism, in a family full of the miserable and egotistical. ] I think maybe she didn't want to be alone.

[ She sucks in a deep breath, looks over to her parents again. To her mother. It had taken her mom so many years before she'd gotten pregnant with her, and she can't even imagine how awful grandpa had been to her. What could have been going through her mind when she'd done that horrible thing? ]

Yeah, it was—there was no one person to blame. Except maybe the old bastard, but... he only did the stuff he did because other people let him, and thrust his position on him in the first place. I guess it's what you said. A cycle.