He's almost dazed, staring at Pinkman as he talks. Superhero? Those aren't supposed to be real. And even if they are, they're people with superpowers, that's the whole point. Like Bruce. Bruce is a superhero, he's a doctor and he's the big green guy, and both of them do a lot to help everyone here. And Jesse let him get infected. Does that make Jesse a villain?

Because being passive leads to evil, Jesse's always heard, just watching something terrible happen makes you every bit as guilty. And maybe nobody's died here, but that's just yet. The nightmare's going to eat them from the inside out, and Jesse isn't enough to stop them, he's too scared. He's no better than the nightmare, he inflicts the worst type of pain on people, makes them miserable.

She was right, wasn't she?

And suddenly the shadows aren't whispering anymore, they're shouting, let us in, let me in, and Jesse flinches away from Pinkman, shakes his head, yanks the glass away and stumbles down the steps. It almost got him. It was going to take his weapon away from him, and -

How does he even know he's awake? He doesn't. He can't. Jesse breathes unsteadily, eyes wide.

"No, no, see - see, now I know yer bullshitting me, tryin' to - to settle me. S'not gonna work, I know what I am, and I ain't that. Flattery is shit, don't -- take off his face, did y'really think that was gonna work?" Jesse grips tightly at the glass. "I'm asleep. M'dreaming, I gotta be. Nothing's here t'wake me up, so I gotta..."