[Was. Jesse nods at the reminder. He's going to need a lot of those reminders. How long will it be before he stops seeing Jack or Todd lurking in the shadows, at the corner of his vision? How long before he can stop hearing Walt hissing Pinkman in his ear? Before he stops feeling gun metal brushing against his hair or the tip of a knife scraping against the skin of his lower back?]
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I know.
[He swallows, looking at the floor.]
I'll make it right someday.