[Jesse seems to be in another place, even when Walt tells him that Brock pulled through. He almost doesn't hear the words. He's staring straight past Walt at the jacket where he's hidden the poison that Gus would eventually use to murder - attempt to murder an innocent little boy.
He's numb. In a matter of minutes, it's gone from "Go to Mexico and screw up like I know you will and wind up in a barrel somewhere!" to "We're free from Gus forever." All this time, he's been cursing Walt and Gus both for abandoning him. Now one is dead and the other's here, telling him this horror story. Is he supposed to be grateful? He can't feel anything.
Slowly, Jesse's gaze drifts away from the jacket and rises to meet Walt's. His eyes are brimming with tears. He still can't find his voice, but he manages a short nod. A simple acknowledgment that he understands.]
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He's numb. In a matter of minutes, it's gone from "Go to Mexico and screw up like I know you will and wind up in a barrel somewhere!" to "We're free from Gus forever." All this time, he's been cursing Walt and Gus both for abandoning him. Now one is dead and the other's here, telling him this horror story. Is he supposed to be grateful? He can't feel anything.
Slowly, Jesse's gaze drifts away from the jacket and rises to meet Walt's. His eyes are brimming with tears. He still can't find his voice, but he manages a short nod. A simple acknowledgment that he understands.]