This scene is why Breaking Bad is the greatest. Jesse tries to cope with his guilt over murdering a person by confessing to killing a “problem dog.” He’s afraid of facing the consequences of his actions, but even more afraid of living in a meaningless universe where he can commit acts of evil and not be punished. He’s grappling with the deeply human desire for justice and meaning, and all the group leader can do is offer modern “self-acceptance” therapeutic cliches in response which Jesse recognizes as utterly empty and useless. A scene straight out of a Dostoevsky novel. Jesse’s whole arc towards the end of the show is basically Raskolnikov in Crime and Punishment. Brilliant stuff.