[That tell -- subtle was it was, artful even in its reveal -- was nevertheless observed by the psychiatrist. He listened, instead of making some remark upon it; it was better to listen right now, to absorb. To gather the data for analysis, both spoken and unspoken.

Because Walter White, chemist and former corpse, would indeed by analyzed by Chilton -- but probably in the latter's spare time, and amidst his files dedicated to imPorts not formally under his care. Files that might be construed as invasive as best, and misconduct at worst.]

Here you are. And now this is, what, your literal second chance?

[He said it like something between a taunt and an affirmation. Chilton wanted a reaction.]

You could be someone now, couldn't you? Someone remarkable. You've already returned from the dead -- some would call that biblical.