[Every word feels like a knife. Jesse remembers the Walt she's talking about, and although he doesn't fully realize it himself, Jesse loves him, too. Now and then, those memories surface and seize his heart and drain all determination out of him. Sometimes they're enough to make him forget the pain and the betrayal. He spent this past summer at Mr. White's side again, and though he can't bring himself to admit it, he loved the moments when they were alone and he could pretend they were in another time and place, when things were simple and Mr. White cared about him as much as he claimed to.
When they felt like a family.
And now she's talking about his real family, the one that Jesse's largely responsible for destroying. Maybe he never asked for it, but he still took their place, and they suffered because of all the things he helped Mr. White do. If she's telling him that hurting Mr. White will only hurt them more, then he believes it without a doubt. It's not his place to argue with that.
Jesse can't even breathe while he processes those words. Tears sting his eyes, fixed on the floor in shame. His lips mouth a few words silently, like he's having trouble putting together a defense.
no subject
When they felt like a family.
And now she's talking about his real family, the one that Jesse's largely responsible for destroying. Maybe he never asked for it, but he still took their place, and they suffered because of all the things he helped Mr. White do. If she's telling him that hurting Mr. White will only hurt them more, then he believes it without a doubt. It's not his place to argue with that.
Jesse can't even breathe while he processes those words. Tears sting his eyes, fixed on the floor in shame. His lips mouth a few words silently, like he's having trouble putting together a defense.
And then:]
No.
I won't do it.