SAYID: Please, I don’t wish to hurt you.

DANIELLE: You already have.

SAYID: Don’t.

[Sayid fires, but nothing happens.]

DANIELLE: The firing pin has been removed. Robert didn’t notice it was missing, either — when I shot him.

SAYID: But you loved him.

DANIELLE: He was sick.

SAYID: Sick?

DANIELLE: It took them, one after the other. I had no choice. They were already lost.

SAYID: You killed them.

DANIELLE: What would have happened if we were rescued? I couldn’t let that happen. I won’t.

[Sayid throws the rifle down.]

SAYID: I’m not sick.

DANIELLE: I know.

SAYID: Then why kill me?

DANIELLE: I can’t let you go. Don’t you understand, to have someone to talk to, to touch —

SAYID: “You’ll find me in the next life if not in this one.”

DANIELLE: What?

SAYID: The writing on the back of Nadia’s photograph. I know what it’s like to hold on to someone. I’ve been holding on for the past 7 years to just a thought, a blind hope that somewhere she’s still alive. But the more I hold on, the more I pull away from those around me. The only way out of this, this place, is with their help. Come with me. You don’t have to be alone, Danielle.

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