Thinking. Pinkman's point gets Jesse's piece of glass to falter further. If he dies, he'll be leaving people behind. And he doesn't know he's sleeping, and Pinkman's right, if he stays here, inside the lighthouse, it can't get him. It hasn't been able to. Jesse won't let him in. And maybe that's how he does it, maybe that's how he can beat it.
Jesse's hand drops to his side, and the glass hits the floor - thankfully doesn't break, just clatters loudly. When it settles, Jesse's stilted breathing is the only noise in the room. For a long moment, he stares down at the piece of glass, and then he finally looks up.
Pinkman gets a small smile out of Jesse. Even with the shadows thrashing wildly, angrily around the corners of the rooms, with the whispers growing again, let me in, he smiles, because he's too tired to do anything else. He sways in place once, and then rubs at his face again. More blood on his face, but it's whatever.
"No, no, yer... yer right." He mumbles, looking over his shoulder at the door. It rattles, and he flinches at the loud thump that comes against it, like something throwing its body at the frame. "It's mad. Y'made it mad, though."
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Jesse's hand drops to his side, and the glass hits the floor - thankfully doesn't break, just clatters loudly. When it settles, Jesse's stilted breathing is the only noise in the room. For a long moment, he stares down at the piece of glass, and then he finally looks up.
Pinkman gets a small smile out of Jesse. Even with the shadows thrashing wildly, angrily around the corners of the rooms, with the whispers growing again, let me in, he smiles, because he's too tired to do anything else. He sways in place once, and then rubs at his face again. More blood on his face, but it's whatever.
"No, no, yer... yer right." He mumbles, looking over his shoulder at the door. It rattles, and he flinches at the loud thump that comes against it, like something throwing its body at the frame. "It's mad. Y'made it mad, though."