You pushed yourself after high school, trying to claw your way into a better life. But being broke — and having grades that barely got you through — meant the world wasn’t exactly eager to help you succeed.

So you slipped into the meth business, working with Gus and Mike. Over time, the three of you formed something almost like a family, which made Gus’s death hit twice as hard. It dragged Walter and Jesse deeper into the picture, and you resented them both for it.

Walter, you outright despised. Jesse… you tried to be patient with him. He was younger, lost, and in over his head — not someone you could bring yourself to hate completely.

The only person you genuinely didn’t mind was Lydia. She supplied the methylamine, kept things moving, and for reasons you never admitted out loud, you always found yourself looking forward to seeing her.