As Walt geared up for battle, more than likely his last, grandest finale of them all, one thought kept plaguing him.

Jesse.

Skyler, his kids, even Saul he knew, would be all right. Yes, his family might hate him, but he could live with that, knowing what his final plan for his son would be.

But Jesse.

True, he'd wanted him dead, and had repeatedly ordered a hit on him. But knowing that blue meth was still being manufactured, he had to give Jesse props for being a survivor.

That was, until he saw him.

He was not surviving. Jesse was being forced to survive, to cook in order to survive, and in some ways that was worse than the demise Walt had wished upon him. There, staring him in the eye, Jesse was only a shadow of his former self. His former, youthful, good looking and cocky self to be more precise.

It couldn't go down like this. True, Walt had wanted Jesse to pay for his sin of betraying him to Hank, and when he'd ordered the hit on Jesse the final time in a sick way it was because Walt blamed him for Hank's death.

But after months of solitude, months of nothing to do but soul searching, he'd came to the conclusion that Walt would have done the same thing if he were in Jesse's shoes. After all,he'd offered up 80 million- 80 million- to save Hank, who was family. All of his hard work to provide for his family died the second that Hank did. So really, who was to say that Walt wouldn't have gone rat to save his own hide?

Yes, he hated Jesse for that. But as he looked upon the poor, pitiful excuse of the young man who was once closer to him than his own son was, all Walt could do was debate whether or not Jesse should live.

It wasn't that he wanted Jesse to die, not anymore. It would be more of a mercy killing. What else did Jesse have to live for anyways? His family hated him, his girlfriend was dead, who knew about her son. And he knew what Walt had done to Jane...really, would it be doing Jesse a favor by letting him go down in flames along with Walter?

But very quickly, as Walt realized that his time on earth was about to come to an end, something occurred to him that he'd never considered before. Walter White was not God. He'd been Heisenberg, the antithesis of God, and if he had one last act to perform before dying, it would be to save that young man's life.

Yes, even if he saved Jesse's life, Walt was smart enough to know that Jesse would still hate him. Wouldn't be sorry that he was dead. But in a way, that was better than the alternative- Jesse dying all because of the mess Walt (Yes, Walt, not "Heisenberg" had created.)

So with one brave leap, he sealed not only his own fate, but that of Jesse Pinkman as well.

And soon Jesse got away, as far away from his makeshift prison that he'd been forced into, without even giving a second look or thought to what became of Walt.

When the police arrived, they saw no hero that day. All they saw was evil, everywhere they looked. And so in less than the time it took for the cops to arrive, Walter White was no more.

The end