[Jesse expected nothing but hoped for everything, in the way that hapless dreamers do. He is shaking, not with rage and not even with fear. He's heartbroken. For just a moment, he'd seen this man and felt so much longing for a time when everything was simple and pure - as much as these things can be simple and pure, being blackmailed and manipulated into cooking and selling crystal methamphetamine by your former chemistry teacher.
But that's the thing, isn't it? There was never anything good about it. It was always ugly and twisted. This man has always been a liar. And he will always choose the worst path and try to drag everyone else down with him.
Jesse says nothing. He reaches into his pocket and hits the panic button.
He feels like he might as well be pulling a trigger.]
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But that's the thing, isn't it? There was never anything good about it. It was always ugly and twisted. This man has always been a liar. And he will always choose the worst path and try to drag everyone else down with him.
Jesse says nothing. He reaches into his pocket and hits the panic button.
He feels like he might as well be pulling a trigger.]