Jessica met Jerry's out reaching hand with her own and softly shook it. "Well Jerry, do you believe it's guilt we all share or regret; Perhaps fear?" She couldn't decide what common principles held these inmates within this prison, she believed all have regrets and fears this was obvious due to many being reserved and deciding to stick in small groups... well it was either guilt or shyness and she couldn't believe so many were shy. "Why do you think you're here?" She asked while her black eyes focused on his face.

She knew of the guilt in her life, the events that felt so real and still held open wounds on her soul, unhealing and in no great hurry to let her forget. However was her memories real, all of this was on debate. Perhaps if her powers were her insane imagination then her dreadful acts were also nightmares, she attempted to find solace in that thought but found herself unwilling to believe that they didn't happen in some way.

"Jerry, are you scared?" She asked with a small tremor causimg her to briefly shake, she would blame this on a chill in the air but she knew deep down that not knowing was more terrifying than knowing.