hostage | EXSILIUM

[Nah, he's stepping in front of the door.]

[Fine.

Okay, fine. She stops where she is and tells herself again that she could take Jesse down if she has to, that she doesn't need to be nervous.

It doesn't actually help.]

Jesse.

[He needs to say something or let her go.]

Saul's the only person I got left.

[Judging from the way she's looking at him, a threat doesn't really need to accompany that statement. Then again, he didn't meant to be threatening in the first place. It's a plea of his own.]

[Oh.

She actually manages to calm down a little, now that she knows what's going on with him, where his thoughts are.]

What do you think I'm gonna do?

[It's a genuine question.

She doesn't know the answer, though.]

Edited (I didn't need that word anyway) 2013-09-02 18:31 (UTC)

The same as whatever you were planning to do to Mr. White.

[And he doesn't know what that is. He only intuits that there were a lot of people previously planning to do something, and now that their target is gone, maybe the attention will simply shift to someone new.]

'cause you think they're the same, right? Working together, on the same team.

I wasn't planning anything.

[She means that; she would have stepped in if she thought it was necessary, but she was trusting Saul, and by extension Jesse, to keep the situation under control.

And the question just surprises her.]

No, God, I don't-- [Now that she feels on more even ground, it's easier to talk.] I think he was, and I think he's a selfish piece of shit, and I don't know what he'll do if Walter comes back, but I don't think they're the same.

[She's still furious at Saul, for what he did, for keeping it from her and telling her loved her instead. But she doesn't think he's like Walter.]

Good.

[His shoulders ease subtly in relief. Really, what was he planning to do if she laid a heroic speech on him?]

Saul couldn't control what happened. And I made sure he paid for it.

He's real sorry now.

[There's such a darkness to that final statement.]

[As soon as Jesse says that, she seems to forget that she's mad at Saul, that she shouldn't care.]

What did you do?

That's between him and me. Like all of this shoulda been.

[She nearly lashes out. It might be visible in the way her shoulders tense, how her hands clench into fists at her sides, but to get a hold on her anger before she actually does anything.

Wasn't she thinking about hurting Saul herself, when she first heard this revelation? Didn't she already hurt him, during the fight in the hallway? But reminding herself of that only barely takes the edge off how worried she is for him, how protective she feels.

She doesn't know what to do, what to think, how to cope with this it all and she can't find any response to Jesse beyond her silent, barely contained anger.]

[Yes, exactly what he was looking for. That's a look that pleases him more than all the pity in the world. He stares at her for a good, long moment in return, his lips twitching into a smirk, and then he moves with languid steps out of the doorway to let her pass... if she wants to.]

[It's the smirk that finally clues her in, confusion mixing with anger until it clears into understanding.]

What's wrong with you people?!

[All of them. They're all manipulative assholes and she's so sick of being played.]

Like as a group or individually?

Both. Jesus.

[But she's not done.]

All I've done since day one is try to help you, like I was asked to and maybe I haven't done a great job of that, maybe you just hate me for getting involved, but I don't think I deserve this. I respected your decision when you asked me to leave Walter for you, I kept my distance, and I kept my silence and I tried to help how I could. And all I've got in return is being scared and lied to and manipulated.

[There's anger there, but hurt, too, and something like confusion. She seems like someone who's barely out of their teenage years, because she is, for all that she tries to keep Batgirl strong, she's still young.]

Is it me, or is this what everyone gets when they deal with you people?

Nah, nah, nah. Don't make it out like you were worried about me, like you did me some big favor. I never asked for you or anybody else to get all up in my business. I never wanted help. And you didn't keep your silence, either, 'cause you were talking with Sonya - and who knows who else, right? I got no reason to believe a word of your bullshit.

Saul asked me! And I was. [Worried about him, she means, and she doesn't understand how he doesn't realize that, because even though so much of this was about helping Saul, she really was trying to help Jesse, too.]

Do you even realize the effect you have on people?

Effect? Like the everybody I know gets hurt or killed effect? Yeah, I kinda noticed. Hence my advice - that nobody ever wants to take seriously - to just stay the fuck away from me.

That's not the part I meant! [She pauses, then, taken aback by the realization that she just said that out loud. It's one to think it, it's another to shout it in Jesse's face mid-argument, and she can't help feeling bad about that.] Sorry.

[She's still angry, but it's dulled for a moment.]

[He doesn't even know what she's apologizing for this time. He's the one who just said it, isn't he?]

So the other part, the part where everybody has this whole idea about me that they made up and then they get all disappointed when I don't live up to it, and I'm a junkie, and I'm crazy, and I'm a criminal, and I'm not a perfect - a perfect whatever they thought I was supposed to be for them. Is that what you're talking about?

[God.

She just drags her hands over her face, sighing deeply before she manages to look at him again.]

The part where people think you're worth saving, Jesse. [Somehow, her tone is gentle, almost sad.] The part where people talk to you and they love you and want to help you, and I don't think it's about them having ideas about you or thinking you're perfect, they just see something good in you.

[Anoter sigh, but this one is softer, and she looks over to meet Jesse's gaze.]

I dunno how true that is, but god if I don't understand it.

[And she hates him for that, because like they said, knowing him gets people killed.]

Oh my god, how many ways can I say it so it'll finally sink in for you people?

There is nothing good in me.

Then how come so many people see it!?

Because they want it to be there! But it's not.

[And he chokes on that last word, a half-sobbed plea to stop pushing it. This is exactly what he was talking about.]

[The way he sounds is enough to give her pause, because for all her anger, she's not really interested in hurting him. Very, very carefully - and she'll stop if he pulls away - she takes a step closer and reaches out to touch her fingertips to his arm, not holding on, just... something.]

Jesse. [Her voice is as gentle as the touch, like she's worried he might break.] I've met so many people who are irredeemible, who're broken beyond repair, and you're nothing like them.

[Zsasz, Sionis, the Joker. This Walter White of theirs. She knows what it looks like when people are evil, without any good in them, and that's not Jesse.]

It doesn't matter what you've done, you're not past saving, you just have to want it.

[He doesn't draw away from her touch. It settles him, even, and his voice quiets so that he's asking honestly instead of confronting or demanding:]

Do you wanna live in a world where we get away with it?

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