[ Shit spirals downwards in Haven, too fast. Jesse glances at the ground, at the red trail, brow furrowing. He doesn't know who it is that Carlos killed or why, but it doesn't take a genius to put together the impact it's had on him.
He barely knows this man. They met a week ago and they spend time together because of the chance of proximity, but he knows so little about him and vice versa. That doesn't mean Jesse can't be empathetic. He knows -- in particular, he knows what it means to kill someone, without even wanting to. It fucks with you like nothing else.
There's only one question he can respond with, but his voice is quiet and cautious. ]
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He barely knows this man. They met a week ago and they spend time together because of the chance of proximity, but he knows so little about him and vice versa. That doesn't mean Jesse can't be empathetic. He knows -- in particular, he knows what it means to kill someone, without even wanting to. It fucks with you like nothing else.
There's only one question he can respond with, but his voice is quiet and cautious. ]
Who?