The words don't reach him. Ghoul bolts to his feet, reaching for a gun he doesn't have. Pointless, anyway. Can't kill a corpse.

He holds up his hand, but his eyes stay on Jesse. He moves it over his own chest, feeling for the wounds he knew to be fatal. He shouldn't be alive. None of them should be. And they weren't. Ghoul's just been seeing them for what they really are. Jesse's just showing him what he is. "... Nothin' but a walkin' bag o' bones, barely held together, wanderin' straight down the middle 'cuz neither side's gonna take any of us."

He nods. Bows his head. Runs both hands up through his hair and just tries to catch a steady breath. It's okay, he gets it now. He gets it.