As Skylar let go of the body that was once her husband, so many emotions flooded her mind. Sorrow, grief, anger, and most of all-regret. If only she'd done more, if she'd turned him in when she had the chance, if she'd went to Hank earlier...
Marie came back, phone still in her hand. "They're on the way."
"Wh...who?" a still disheveled Skylar asked.
"The cops. The ambulance...to take him away. If you think for a minute that I want that asshole's body in my house...If I could I'd have them take him straight to hell, but something tells me he's already there."
Skylar knew she shouldn't be feeling like this, she shouldn't have any feelings for this monster. But he had been her husband, the father of her kids, the man she once pledged to God to love for the rest of her life. She tried looking away so that Marie wouldn't see the tears that had formed in her eyes, but her sister was smart enough to know what was going on.
"What are you doing?" Marie demanded, still in shock herself over the happenings of the last half hour. "Are you crying? Tell me you're not crying!"
Skylar couldn't explain it, not to Marie nor anyone else. She knew that if she tried to explain herself Marie wouldn't understand, and would probably lash out at her. Even she didn't know why she was crying.
"What the hell, Skylar? This is not your husband. Is that what you're doing, grieving over your husband? This is not Walter White, mild-mannered high school teacher. This is Heisenberg- Heisenberg! Do you hear me? Tell me you're not shedding a tear over this...murderer. He murdered my husband, Skylar! He took my child's father from him before he could even get a chance to hold his own son or daughter, let alone know about him or her. You sit here feeling sorry for yourself and you expect me to do the same? Well, you'll have to excuse my apathy- actually it's not apathy. It's joy. I couldn't be happier that this monster is dead. My only regret is that I wasn't the one to pull the trigger," Marie replied forcefully.
"I don't know what you want me to say..." Skylar said in a monotone voice.
"Tell me that you're not sorry. Not for this anyways. I want you to be as happy as I am that Heisenberg is no more!"
Skylar said nothing. Instead her eyes inadvertently went to the body of her husband, which only served to anger Marie even more.
"You love him. You love this piece of shit," Marie accused.
"It's not like that..."
"Then what is it? Why are you showing even the slightest bit of remorse over what happened to him?"
Skylar sighed, still looking away from her sister. "He was my husband," she replied quietly but firmly.
"I have news for you- your 'husband' died a long time ago! This is not the man you knew, that any of us knew. He is-was- a murderer! A drug dealer! And in case you hadn't forgotten, he was also a kidnapper, or do I need to remind you of that night he took Holly..."
"You don't need to remind me. I know who he was. I also knew who he used to be, what I thought I knew. He became someone else, I don't know how. But I can't just forget everything..."
"What?" Marie nearly choked on her anger. "Okay, how's this- you remember what a kind, loving man Walter White was, why I go about my business trying to forget Hank. Is that what you want? Is that what you want from me?"
Skylar, still crying, shook her head. "That's not what I want. That's not..."
"Then what do you want?"
"I don't know," Skylar sobbed. "I don't know. I just want to go back in time and see if there was a way- any way- I could have stopped this, if I could have seen any of this coming."
"Don't you see? You could have done something. You knew what Walt was doing, what he was capable of doing, and yet you did nothing. No, I take that back," Marie stood facing Skylar, her hands flying as she spit out the words. "You took that man back into your life. Which would have been none of my business- none!- if it were only your life that you chose to endanger. But not only did you put yourself in the line of jeopardy, you put Flynn and Holly in danger. And need I remind you about Hank and Gomez and God knows who else is dead because of him? You did this. You brought it on yourself. If you sit there, crying, expecting me to feel sorry for you for one second, you're wrong. I don't. You knew. You weren't his victim. You went along with his sorry plan because you thought it would give your financial security. Did he tell you how much money he had? Did you know how much it was?"
"Maybe twenty, thirty million..."
"Try eighty. Eighty million dollars. So many people are dead because of both of your greed. I hope you can live with your actions, Skylar. I really do." Marie stared at her, the tension only rising by the minute.
It was only broken by the sound of squads, pulling into Marie's driveway. She glared at her Skylar one more time before walking over to let the authorities in.
Running her hands through her hair, Skylar didn't know what to do. She couldn't argue with Marie, not really. For the most part she was right about everything. She had known what her husband was capable of- well, most of it anyways, and had done nothing.
Just then an officer approached her, asking if she was all right. After Skylar had nodded yes, then the officer informed her that he had some questions for her.
"Where's Marie?" she whispered, so low that the officer asked her to repeat herself.
"She's in the kitchen, talking with another officer. I understand that this is a difficult time, but we need to find out some things."
"Like when you knew your husband was back in town."
"How should I know? I got here about forty-fifty minutes ago and he was already here. He was pretty much dead when I got here...he'd been shot."
"Do you know by whom?"
"What difference does it make. He's dead. Everyone should be happy and grateful to whoever did this," Skylar responded sullenly as she stood up.
"Ma'am...you can't leave now. We still have questions..."
"I'm going home. I have to tell my son that his father is dead. I will be in in the morning to talk. Now if you'll excuse me." With that, Skylar made her way out of Marie's home, and after driving around a block or two, pulled over. Looking around in her car, she finally found a bottle of water. It was warm, unpleasant really, but she didn't care anymore.
She thought back to a few months ago when Marie had walked into the station. She had forced Skylar's hand into telling Flynn about his father- everything. If that had been difficult, then this would be murder.