Ethan was the bad guy. In my mind, he represented all of the bad guys that I was able to think of. He was the extreme, and whether or not he truly deserved it, I made sure that all of the punishments were taken out on him.

So I shot him six times. Each shot was for a different person, but Ethan was just the one there.

The first one was actually meant for him. Ethan kidnapped Claire and I wasn't about to let him hurt her again, ever. He didn't even have her in his possession anymore, but he somehow still managed to haunt her in her sleep and when she thought I wasn't looking, I know that she'd constantly glance back over her shoulders. He scared Claire for life and I couldn't just let him get away with it. Ethan had to pay.

The second shot was intended for Liam. I would never actually shoot my bother, no matter what he did, but I've been so angry at him for what he did to me. He wouldn't let me quit Driveshaft, he brought me into that life of tremendous sin, and he's the one who pressured me into using heroin. But then, Liam left. He abandoned me in the middle of our tour and didn't come back to help me out of my problems. Three years later he offered to get me clean, but by then it was too late, I had lost basically all desire to quit or have a better life.

The third one was for the damned monster that is living out in the jungle. It slaughtered our pilot and nearly killed Jack, Kate and I.
Not to mention the terror that it brings out in the other people here. I see how most of them are reluctant to sleep at night; especially Michael. He spends all of his nights watching over Walt to make sure that nothing happens to him.

Thomas was supposed to have the fourth round. I read Claire's diary; and I'm a prick, I know, but I've already come to terms with that; and I was almost able to feel the pain he caused her. She was in love with him, carrying his child, and he up and left without any warning. He told her that the baby could be the best thing ever, and then all of a sudden it became too much responsibility for the bastard and he was gone; leaving Claire frightened and alone.

Rounds five and six were out of anger for one person; myself. I was angry at myself about snorting heroine when the plane went down. I was angry because I told Claire that I could protect her and I failed. I was angry because I told Lucy that I loved her, and I was too much of an asshole to tell her the truth; and I have a feeling that she would have understood and helped me with my problems. I was upset that I had tried to talk Liam into coming back to the old routine, even though I know he has a daughter; but at the time I don't think my own children would have mattered to me, as long as I could have a fix.

On those last too rounds, I was imagining shooting the old me.

And as weird as it sounds, it felt good to get rid of him.