[Holding Jesse's gaze while he speaks doesn't do Saul any favors — it only makes the lump in his throat feel that much harder.
He can't say Jesse's wrong, but on some level, he is. There's so much that's been left out, and it's all Saul can do to not spit I took a bullet for you, you motherfucker in Jesse's face.
But what makes him feel worse isn't that Jesse's kicking that and a few other Big, Important Details to the curb; what hurts is that all those little things that meant so much to Saul apparently didn't mean jack shit to anyone else.
He's almost smirking when he finally speaks again.]
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He can't say Jesse's wrong, but on some level, he is. There's so much that's been left out, and it's all Saul can do to not spit I took a bullet for you, you motherfucker in Jesse's face.
But what makes him feel worse isn't that Jesse's kicking that and a few other Big, Important Details to the curb; what hurts is that all those little things that meant so much to Saul apparently didn't mean jack shit to anyone else.
He's almost smirking when he finally speaks again.]
I get it now. Why Walt chose you.