No shit, buddy. [ Ignorant to what she is or isn't spared, her head lolls back against the top of the pillow. She's tired but not anymore than usual. Instead of tallying the list of worst case scenarios for the trillionth time, all involving Trish, Jess steers her thoughts over to the current situation, and the broader reality that she can only accept in increments: She can make people safe. He's breathing proof of a possible future here, a middling case on the spectrum of scenarios, and there's something to hate in that too.
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Teeny, tiny increments. ]