Do you think when Skyler puts herself between Walters beckoning hands and Flynn with his suitcase, knife in hand, she doesn’t worry for herself as much as she sees what her children are in danger of for the first time. Not the men coming to hurt Walter’s family, to enact revenge or ransom. Not Walter’s rages and recklessness per se. Not the shame of their father being arrested a drug lord and murderer. She sees Flynn sat at the poolside next to his uncle, leaning fully into him from his seat, obsessive and idolizing. She sees Holly in the playpen, her uncle Hank coming with her favorite toy, making funny noises at her. You think Skyler is gripped with the fear that Flynn or Holly absorbed any of their uncle, and realizes that their kids reflecting any threat or guilt back at their father, the same way Hank must have, will fill their graves the same way it did Hanks.