"Don't-" He starts to repeat and doesn't make it far, as Jesse laughs a little - almost psychotically - and shakes his head and looks away again. Right now he wants Finch to not be right. No, right now he needs Finch to not be right. He gestures between them quickly and takes a step forward. "Maybe I'm not-" No, because that's not right either, and there are some things that Finch is getting too close to, that he's not letting him in on.

So the fight bleeds out of him fast. Because he's not a killer- well, no. He's killed. But there's a big difference between just killing and thinking about it, really having to think about it before you do it. There's something fucked up in doing that, and he can't imagine having to go through the process again, not without driving himself absolutely fucking crazy.

He looks down at his hands, picks at his nails again as the little smile on his face fades. "So that's that, then." He squints and looks up at Finch. "You just wanna let him go?"