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[ The video feed starts with Walt in a room in his Heropa home, an open box on the bed filled with Kaylee's things -- coveralls neatly folded and tucked inside, wrenches and other tools laid delicately on top...the whole process seems exceedingly painful for him as with each item he pulls out of the closet, the efforts become slow and labored. ]

I don't know who knew Kaylee Frye. If you didn't, you should have. I've never met anyone so genuinely cheerful and kind. She was the sunshine in this dark, cloudy world.

[ There's a very sad, forlorn smile. This feels more like a funeral, like saying goodbye to someone who passed away. And in some cases it's worse -- them vanishing to another universe, never to remember their time here, never to be seen again. ]

She helped me when she didn't have to. She cared when she shouldn't have. She took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. And what did she expect in return? Nothing.

[ With a long pause, it's very clear Walt is trying to maintain his composure. A breath in and a breath out. ]

I hoped I was wrong. I hoped to god I was wrong. That her disappearance was only temporary. But it's been a few weeks, and there's been no sign of her returning. I will miss her. Every day I will miss her. I already do.

This world -- it's done nothing but take things away. From me. From everyone else. Can you honestly say you've gained anything from being here?

[ Walt goes to reach into the closet for one of the final items and his hand twitches back. The sadness in the lines of his face increases as he pulls out a wrapped present -- a card reading: To Mr. White.

That's when Walt can't hold it back anymore. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulls the square-shaped present to his chest and cries. ]

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Ah, crap. I forgot you're a deadie. Sorry.

Deadie? Is that what you're calling it now? That's a horrible term.

This isn't really an issue I've come across before, not gonna lie. Is deadie not PC? Do you guys prefer the term 'mortally lacking'?

I can't be the only dead guy you know.

And does there have to be a term? Can't we just say 'recently deceased' and move on? Obviously I'm very much alive now.

Recently deceased. I like that one.

Did you know you were dead when you got here? Like, could we all be dead and just not know it? In which case those being sent home are screwed.

I knew.

[ Walt answered. And then he decides to switch the feed to private, so he could enlighten his newest lawyer on a little bit concerning his life. ]

When I came in, I still wore the bullet hole that killed me and had the cancer that would have killed me if the bullet hadn't done it first.

[ Hey. Surprise, Jeff. Walter White's a dangerous man. ]

[Well, that's a nice bit of information sharing that wasn't entirely pushed for. An interesting show of something that's not quite trust but... willing? ]

Self inflicted bullet wound or...?

In a way, I suppose you could say that. Ricochet.

I...

[ Hesitation. ]

I'm not a very good man, Jeff. Or perhaps, I'm a good man who's done some very bad things. I can't even tell anymore.

[A pause on his end that only lingers for a few short seconds, nothing like the pregnant pause of hesitation. It was thoughtful and followed by a sigh that almost sounds exasperated, but possibly at himself.]

Mr. White, let me be honest with you here. I'm the guy who gets judge and jurors to give murders a second chance. I put people back on the street who are so selfish that they'd rather hit a kid in their car than risk spending a night not getting drunk. I've probably aided the selling of drugs to continue in God knows how many schools in Colorado. I got outta that life, but you might've noticed that this place tends to drag people right back into old habits, willingly or not.

[Part of him misses his friends. Part of him hates them for ever having given him the morals to make him feel guilty about this crap. But they're not here and he is, and law is what he knows.]

[ Well, the honesty is appreciated. They're both pieces of shit is the conclusion Walt draws. ]

Then, perhaps, when next we meet -- I will tell you everything.

Yeah, sure. I like stories. And in the meantime you can think about how much this place wants us to be bad people. Which would explain why it keeps dragging away the people we like.

Isn't that the truth?

[ It's said with an exhaustion that's palpable. Chilton has really worn Walt down these past few days. ]

It does seem to leave very little options.

[Just gonna assume the tiredness is because Walt's so old.]

It's good to be bad, Mr. White.

[ That's pretty rude, Jeff! ]

Is that what you believe? But what about when it comes to the consequences of your actions?

[The rudest.]

I don't really get consequences. I'm too good for that. People pay me to avoid suffering the consequences of their actions.

Well, I just hope you're as good as you say. I had a pretty good lawyer back home. It's going to be tough to beat him.

[ Raising the bar. Accept the challenge and prove Walt wrong. He dares you, Jeff! ]

I'm unbeaten. [Sort of... Not entirely. But he says it with enough confidence that even he seems to believe it's true.]

Plus I'm the best looking lawyer out there and I have my own show. I'm narcissistic and I hate myself, it's literally the perfect lawyer mind set. Trust me, you got the best there is.

Did you ever go back and check out some of the reruns of Saul Goodman's show? Because that was my lawyer back home.

That guy? That guy's a slimeball.

[And yet somehow it's not said as an offence, because shit, that's what Walt wants from his lawyers? At least Jeff now knows not to worry too much with the schmoozing and fine dining that the high end law firms go for.]

Precisely.

[ Walt smirks because he's fairly certain Jeff understand what it is that Walt needs from him exactly.

Embrace your inner sleaze, bro. ]

[Walt's just lucky that Jeff's capable of sleaze, even if he's not quite Saul standards.]

I can be that guy. I can be better than that guy,

Then prove it to me, Jeff. Be the best criminal lawyer my money can buy.

I'll do my best. And if I fail, you've always got the option of someone like Judge Judy.

He's no longer here. I mean, he is here right now. But he's no longer the man I knew. He's changed. He's younger. He doesn't have that ridiculous comb over anymore. You noticed that, right?

How could I not? At least you got a guy with better hair representing you now. Anyone's hair is better than his, but mine is the best.

[Because that's what Walt cares about, obviously.]

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