#lost8

8 drops his gaze to the floor. He seems unwilling to talk about 3 and their past.

I get it now. You don't want off this Island because there's nothing for you to go back for. Nobody you miss. And no one misses you.

“Oh, sweet, it’s finally on. Hi, so I’m Agent 8. I’m... stuck in the metro, and I have been for...years? I’ve forgotten, it’s been so long. I’m hoping that you can help me out somehow since nobody else has been able to. She’s keeping me from escaping too... let’s hope she doesn’t show up anytime soon.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know her name. I’ve only seen her a few times, and each time she’s just... stared at me, weapon in hand. She won’t tell me anything, no matter what I say. Although, she did slip up one time and said something like she was working under someone? I think she called them... oh, I’m blanking... sorry, I can’t remember. I’m hoping to find her again so you can help me get to her.”

Well, that's the real trick, isn't it? We all pack up stakes for the caves and the next day a plane passes by, they're going to go on their merry way and be none the wiser. On the other hand, stay here, get eaten by boars, fall off a rock, not going to be anyone around to answer that 911 call.

No one's going to tell them anything. To relay what we heard without fully understanding it will cause a panic. If we tell them what we know we take away their hope. And hope is a very dangerous thing to lose.

Hey, hey, don't you walk away from me. You don't know who you're dealing with. Don't ever tell me what I can't do, ever. This is destiny. This is destiny. This is my destiny. I'm supposed to do this, dammit. Don't tell me what I can't do. Don't tell me what I can't...

Two players. Two sides. One is light... one is dark.