- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm going to hold you to that, Mr. Pinkman.

[He says it as if such a dire circumstance is not only a probability, but simply a matter of time.]

Anything else you'd like to get off your chest, while we're cuddled in the same room?

[hostage]

[Considering what happened between Chilton and Walt in Baltimore...]

You know I can't help you against him, right? I'm not strong enough. Literally.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Or what happens to Chilton in any Baltimore, ever. Especially his own.]

I just need the medical aid. The reassurance of health insurance.

[hostage]

Okay... But if it's him you're planning to piss off, you'll be strawberry daiquiri before I can get anywhere near you.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm not planning to enrage him, no.

[It just often happens.]

But I'm aware of statistical likelihoods.

[hostage]

He can do worse than just sedate you, and a gun's the least of your problems. I'm saying this 'cause I don't want you to think I got you covered.

I mean - Has he done it to you? The worst of it. Probably not, I guess, 'cause your body couldn't even begin to handle it. But he can take you apart, you know? From inside. Down to your cells. And if you think you've felt pain before, you still have no idea what that feels like.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I -- I am aware. [That slight hesitance, that informative stutter.] I am aware of what he can do to some extent.

[Conium maculatum. Dopamine. Opposite ends of the spectrum, yet equally unnerving.]

He has played with my neurotransmitters.

[hostage]

[Jesse nods slowly. Oh, he's been there.]

That's just the beginning. That's what he does for fun. You get me? He can fuck with anything. Not just the brain, but any part of you. If he wanted to, he could leave nothing behind.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Has he done that to you? To your... Body parts?

[hostage]

He started to. 'til I begged.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Begged him.

[Chilton's lips curled at that, his disdain unapologetic.]

Oh, how he craves begging.

[hostage]

Yeah...

I thought I deserved it. I mean - He made me think I deserved it, lying to me about everything. I thought he was just getting his revenge, and I owed it to him.

But you're right. I think he just liked hearing me beg.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Walter White is a narcissist who has felt betrayed his entire life -- his intellectual potential indicated that his ascension through the scientific sky ought to have been meteoric. And yet... He taught high school chemistry. He taught you.

[Chilton tilted his head, the corner of his lips cut to a smirk.]

That frustration has nurtured a gnawing need to dominate. His business, his influence, his friends. His family. You.

[hostage]

One hell of a way to get back at a kid for flunking your stupid class.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I doubt his motivation is so literal. What do you think you symbolism to him, Jesse?

[hostage]

[He shrugs. Symbolism isn't really his deal.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Opportunity, redemption, power -- you're a reflection of the identity he wants.

[hostage]

[Highly, highly skeptical of that.]

How the hell does that figure?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Because he thinks he has molded you. Teacher instinct.

You're his pet.

[hostage]

[Ugh, now he's nauseated. Framing it like that just gives the whole thing an extra level of totally fucked that he doesn't want to think about. His hand drifts to his neck. Again, that unconscious instinct to shield it.]

But he didn't. Not really.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, Jesse. Do you really believe Walt would have become so attached to you if he hadn't seen himself within you? Inside of you.

Who made that happen? Who cultivated that?

[hostage]

[Must you, Chilton, with that language?]

But I been fighting him the whole way. The only time he got one up on me was here, lying to me about all the shit I couldn't possibly know about 'cause it was supposed to happen in the future. He didn't - He didn't mold me.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[He must.]

I'm not talking about what's happened since you've come to Heropa. I'm discussing how Walt sees his affect upon you, regardless of your opinion on the matter.

[hostage]

[And yet he's backed into this corner where the only thing to do is keep playing along. Jesse exhales a short sigh. He's got nothing to say to that, really.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

He's the foreboding force at work, Jesse, the compounded problems of a man's lifetime manifested. We're but reactions to that.