If he wanted her to lash out and attack him, he was certainly close to accomplishing his mission. Jessica's voice dripped with rage, disdain, and more pointedly, anguish. "My sister thought I was a disgraceful slut. My sister hated me. She hated me before the rest of you did. You wanna bring up the dead? Then bring them up! You don't know shit, Albert. You... none of you even gave a damn about them and none of you bothered to ask! My family was ashamed of me. My District was glad for the food, but I was too stupid and too eager to give myself away for them to want to claim me. So if you think you can pull on my heartstrings by conjuring up images of a happy little life back home before my world went to hell, think again. Elizabeth Wakefield was a saint. I was just her whore sister. Always have been, always will be."