[ Jesse needs this. He needs confirmation, affirmation, something like that. That's how it is with him, and Walt can use it with impunity, but he also cherishes it. In a strange way. It's a constant. The universe is random and Jesse is constant. He should not die. He should not be in danger, unless it were to become necessary. Walt would rather that never happened. ]
It's good, Jesse. [ So he throws him a bone. Walt is both sincere and detached when he speaks. How does he manage that? Who knows. ] You've done good.
[ He hasn't. Walt now has to face the prolonged inevitability of existence in an entirely new light. That's disconcerting, to say the least-- but for now, at least for now, he won't shove his discomfort in Jesse's face. They have their business and they have their formula. He'll figure it out from there. ]
No end in sight.
[ Woo, he's drifting. Where is he? Barely present. ]
no subject
It's good, Jesse. [ So he throws him a bone. Walt is both sincere and detached when he speaks. How does he manage that? Who knows. ] You've done good.
[ He hasn't. Walt now has to face the prolonged inevitability of existence in an entirely new light. That's disconcerting, to say the least-- but for now, at least for now, he won't shove his discomfort in Jesse's face. They have their business and they have their formula. He'll figure it out from there. ]
No end in sight.
[ Woo, he's drifting. Where is he? Barely present. ]