"Do you know why she isn't here to clean up your mess?" The man across the room drawls, and Jesse flinches, both here and on the outside, because somewhere he knows how this ends, he knows because he remembers how it hurt far worse than the glass in his fingertips. "You. She isn't here because of you."
He can't hurt you, it's just a memory, and Jesse can't, he hears the chains and smells gunpowder, the taste of a snack cake in his mouth and a shiver in the seam of the memory as Pinkman talks to him. Pinkman's in front of him, crouched, offering his hand, and Finch looks past him, stares at his father as he stands up and makes his way over.
Stuck, he's stuck. He's trapped, and his breathing gets short. He can't quite remember what he was doing before all of this - it's on the tip of his tongue, he just needs a little push.
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"Do you know why she isn't here to clean up your mess?" The man across the room drawls, and Jesse flinches, both here and on the outside, because somewhere he knows how this ends, he knows because he remembers how it hurt far worse than the glass in his fingertips. "You. She isn't here because of you."
He can't hurt you, it's just a memory, and Jesse can't, he hears the chains and smells gunpowder, the taste of a snack cake in his mouth and a shiver in the seam of the memory as Pinkman talks to him. Pinkman's in front of him, crouched, offering his hand, and Finch looks past him, stares at his father as he stands up and makes his way over.
Stuck, he's stuck. He's trapped, and his breathing gets short. He can't quite remember what he was doing before all of this - it's on the tip of his tongue, he just needs a little push.