[....Here Sawyer, you can just have the bottle. Sayid will keep the second one. It's lighter anyway.
Just because he doesn't think he was right anymore about Ben doesn't mean he's going to just agree with Sawyer. Which means Sayid just shrugs in response.]
[If he were any less self-controlled, he might have breathed in sharply at that. Or something betraying his discomfort with the idea. As it is, his fingers just curl a little more tightly around his glass.]
...No. But I remember deciding that doing it was the purpose for which I'd been brought back to the island.
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Right, that. [a scowl] You should've freakin' listened to me.
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Just because he doesn't think he was right anymore about Ben doesn't mean he's going to just agree with Sawyer. Which means Sayid just shrugs in response.]
Perhaps.
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Or me tryin' to convince you leave and even givin' you a way out and you bein' a hardass about listening again.
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[Look at this asshole.]
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Ain't I the one who's supposed to be the asshole?
[he takes a long, long sip from the bottle]
D'you remember the kid?
[no name, not yet. He's going to find out exactly how much Sayid knows before he even starts the rest of the story]
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But the second Sawyer mentions the "kid", even without naming him, Sayid's attention is drawn down to the glass in his hands. Ben.
The look on his face is somber and slightly conflicted.]
I remember him.
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Remember shooting him?
[he was never one to sugarcoat things, so there's no point in starting now]
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...No. But I remember deciding that doing it was the purpose for which I'd been brought back to the island.