Honestly, I know he’s a retired meth kingpin who has killed and ordered people killed, but who can’t feel sorry for Walt, trapped in the wastes of New Hampshire with nothing but two copies of Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium to keep him company? He was so desperate that paid a vacuum-cleaner salesman $10,000 to spend an hour with him.
And when Walt Jr. rejected the money — the very reason that Walt did everything he did — it was heartbreaking to watch Walt blubbering on the phone how the money for his family was the only thing that ever mattered to him; that providing for them was what kept him going and kept driving him make decisions and do things he never intended to do. And, besides — he wants to hire a hit squad to wipe out the white supremacists. (The very same neo-Nazis he hired to whack Jesse.) That’s a good thing, right?