Part of her wanted to play coy and cool, wanted to laugh off his concern like it was nothing. She loved being doted upon and fawned over, naturally, but seeing the worry in Barbie's eyes chilled her to the core. He was scared for her; scared enough to put himself out there like this. And that scared her. Her gut reaction said she ought to keep up the facade and pretend nothing was amiss, but she knew he knew her too well. He'd seen her struggle, seen her rise to the top and watched helplessly as she'd fallen. There would be no hiding the truth from him now.

So instead of keeping up the act of pride, Jessica started to crumble right there, hand intertwined with his. Before she could mount a defense, the tears were welling in her eyes.

"You don't understand... How can I live with myself? I'm the last one..." The only known survivor of her District, the last remnant of an entire way of life, one she'd despised and taken for granted for years. "I've been such a horrible person, Barbie. I've tried not to ruin everything, but look at what's happened!"