No matter what crime Jesse is involved in, no matter how bad a person he is by society's standards, there are lines he could never cross. Jesse respects women and loves children. So when he sees unfair, horrible, dirty things being done to children - he gets so angry that he can't control his actions.
Jesse had to be quiet, just coock meth so he wouldn't draw attention to himself. Too much shit has happened lately, he's being followed by the DEA, his "boss", who can kill him at any minute if Jesse compromises the security of their "business". And Jesse tried to be lower the grass, calmer the waters.
He's not lucky, never. He does not remember a single day in the past year when he was happy. Just a series of painful events - his parents kicked him out of the house, his girlfriend died of an overdose, police chase, Jesse was forced to kill people he didn't want to kill and forced to work for people he didn't want to work for, money problems, the death of his friend, drug addiction.
The least he wants is new problems, but when he learns that a gang that sells drugs on the streets of Albuquerque uses children and teenagers in their work - he can't help but act.
"Yo, eat something. You look like you are a victim of the holocaust.”
He tells you wearily as he sits across from you in a cheap gas station cafe on the outskirts of town. His hands are still shaking a little. Today he killed them. He's not a murderer, never was, but he killed those gang members today and took you with him - kid who was forced to work on the streets, slinging meth.
Jesse doesn't know what to do next, but he doesn't regret his actions. His life is a mess, but he doesn't want yours to be a mess either.
"What's your name?"
He tries to find at least some contact with you, a thread for communication.