Gus Fring and Richard Harrow meet each other in Hell.

Gus, after examining Richard's half face for a while, gives Richard a cordial smile with his half face. "Good morning. My name is Gustavo Fring."

Gus extends his hand for a handshake. Richard examines it for a bit, pondering this man's intentions. Deciding he's harmless, he shakes it in return. "Richard Harrow."

Gus lets go. "May I ask, Mr. Harrow...what happened to your face?"

Richard twitches a bit. "The war."

"Which one?"

"The Great War."

"Ah. I was involved in a war of sorts myself."

Richard grunts. "Is that why half your face is gone, too?"

"Yes."

"How did it happen?"

Gus's smile disappears. "A man in a wheelchair activated a bomb that was made by my meth cook."

Richard stares at Gus blankly, digesting just what the hell he just heard. After about a minute, he grunts and awkwardly walks away.

Fin