It hurts right down to his fucking bones, watching, listening.
It's just a memory but Jesse feels it like it's his own, feels every bit of misery and fright and base animal instinct that Pinkman's cycling through, flinches away from the sharp yank of the pliers, and okay, no, he can't - he has to -- he doesn't know what, but he's going to fix it somehow. In the cockpit, Jesse's almost even trying to get himself out of the restraints to comfort his partner, but it's not easy and it's only half hearted anyway. No, he's trying from inside the memory. It's alright, give him a second.
Finch can't punch the blonde kid, as much as he'd like - he can't get that involved, he can't actually change the stuff that's going on because it's a memory. But he can press forward, drop down next to Pinkman and get his hands on him. That's what's real, here. He holds at Pinkman's arm tightly.
"Hey," Jesse says sharply. No, no, just let him try, don't disconnect them yet. The arm that Jesse's controlling twitches with the effort. "Pinkman. Jesse, come on, look. Look at me, it ain't real. I know it feels that way but you gotta look at me. M'right here, yeah? I weren't here when this happened, that's different, right? S'not real."
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It's just a memory but Jesse feels it like it's his own, feels every bit of misery and fright and base animal instinct that Pinkman's cycling through, flinches away from the sharp yank of the pliers, and okay, no, he can't - he has to -- he doesn't know what, but he's going to fix it somehow. In the cockpit, Jesse's almost even trying to get himself out of the restraints to comfort his partner, but it's not easy and it's only half hearted anyway. No, he's trying from inside the memory. It's alright, give him a second.
Finch can't punch the blonde kid, as much as he'd like - he can't get that involved, he can't actually change the stuff that's going on because it's a memory. But he can press forward, drop down next to Pinkman and get his hands on him. That's what's real, here. He holds at Pinkman's arm tightly.
"Hey," Jesse says sharply. No, no, just let him try, don't disconnect them yet. The arm that Jesse's controlling twitches with the effort. "Pinkman. Jesse, come on, look. Look at me, it ain't real. I know it feels that way but you gotta look at me. M'right here, yeah? I weren't here when this happened, that's different, right? S'not real."