May 2010
27 posts
Feliz Día de la Toalla!
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the...
BEN: Hey, can I ask you something?
LOCKE: Shoot.
BEN: If you can turn yourself into smoke whenever you want, why do you bother walking?
LOCKE: I like the feel of my feet on the ground. Reminds me that I was human. . . We’re here.
BEN: Are you thirsty?
LOCKE: This is the well I threw Desmond Hume into.
BEN: What’s the matter?
LOCKE: I sent Sayid to kill Desmond, and obviously, he didn’t.
BEN: Looks like someone helped him out.
LOCKE: No, Ben. Someone helped me out.
BEN: What did Widmore say to you?
LOCKE: He said Desmond was a fail-safe. Jacob’s last resort in case, God forbid, I managed to kill all of his beloved candidates. One final way to make sure that I never leave this place.
BEN: Then . . . why are you happy that he’s still alive?
LOCKE: Because I’m gonna find Desmond, and when I do, he’s gonna help me do the one thing that I could never do myself. I’m gonna destroy the island.
