Once again, Jenna feels a moment of disorientation as more memories are, well, returned to her.
And then she pulls away and shudders, keeping herself as far away from him as possible. From the asshole. Even though the part of her that knows some things but not everything has been coming to terms with that and doing a good job of coming to terms with it which is what she wanted in the first place it still isn't nearly enough. Not nearly enough at all at all at all at all and Jenna can feel the tears running down her face in remembered pain and horror and she shudders, curled up in a corner, as far away from him as she can get for the moment.
But still she's (or some version of her with fewer memories, important memories) making some amount of progress in coming to terms with this, with his horrible vile sadistic and awful actions which as she thought are so much more forgivable and excusable when she's never actually been a target of them. Or doesn't remember being a target of them, some of the memories are confusing when mixed together and its hard to follow the threads. And this is what she wanted, what she wants to make progress on she wants to have access to magic and learn about things and have a wonderful and temporary (and fuck she was going to have to deal with that wasn't she, fuck) boyfriend and have the wonderful idyllic happy carefree life she wanted back. And slowly, in pieces, give herself over to someone who was her but without a few key important horrible memories who would forgive him and learn to care about him so that she can heal. And that's just what's happening, and it's sick and horrible and makes her want to hurl that she might ever forgive him for any of this but it's what is happening, even if slowly, so very very very slowly and might never never finish but at least this is better. A little better.
And they don't have enough time for her to sob in a corner remembering all the horror that has been done to her, the pain and anguish and violation and trauma and horror and everything, they don't have time, and that's ok because the other Jennas are so much happier and this one hardly wants to exist. Some part of her wants to just tell him to get rid of her forever, let it be not even a bad dream, but that's not right, not right at all, he deserves pain and suffering and to make up for every bit of pain he caused her. And given what might have almost happened, she needs to make sure that her extra knowledge gives her the final say, when she needs to. Even if her existence, compared to the others, is so very utterly full of pain and suffering, she still has to go on existing, remembering every fucking second, and making sure to keep the asshole honest. As honest as she can.
"Yeah," she says finally, through the tears running down her face. "I guess you are. Or seem to be." She looks up at him, then grimaces and turns away. "Don't you dare let her, me, us, give ourselves to you like that. You can do whatever you fucking want, you, you asshole. But. Please, the final decision should be in full knowledge of everything, or else you violate your stupid ideals and concepts or whatever the fuck they are. So please don't let me do that, that... thing, no matter what my reasons, without... well you know."
She pauses for a couple more seconds, but before he can have a chance to respond, she opens her mouth again. "And, and yeah. A road trip would be really good. She, we, I need some time, to, to process, everything, and the only way to get it, with your stupid rules, is like that. So, that idea she has. Had. Something. Is better than she knows." Jenna curls up into a ball again, crying, awaiting his response, wanting to make sure it was acceptable so she could go back to forgetting again. Or not existing. It was hard to tell the difference. And she really didn't fucking care.