Episode: Sundown
I.
The Interpreter flings his body into the spring after his dead master. Sayid just watches on with a mixture of pity and disgust as Dogen's corpse is turned around. His eyes are wide open but white, sunk back into his skull. However, the Man doesn't look at him like he has just lost a friend, but more like he has just lost a slice of faith. The way one would feel after their pastor dies, less a sense of sadness and more a sense that they've been used. If he was so holy, so important, why is he now laying dead? What was it all for?
With the blood painting his hands red the Man stumbles thoughtlessly back up the stairs of the pool. "Do you realize what you just did?" He screams. He's angry, but at himself too. The question could even have been directed to himself. "He was the only thing keeping it out," the Man continues, "Idiot!"
Sayid glances down at the knife on the ground and back to the Man. He had agreed with Dogen that Jacob drove a hard bargain, but Locke certainly didn't. It was a choice so clear that it was hardly a choice at all. He looks inside himself and all he sees is black, straight to his core and varnishing his heart like a coat of oil.
The Man is still shouting, "You just let it in!"
The monster roars, but not from a distance. This monster is much closer and the scream comes internally, breathing like a fire through Sayid's chest. He quickly brandishes the gold plated knife and slashes the pointed edge across the Man's throat. The blade tears his jugular open and all the entrails in his neck fall lose, spurting blood into the murky water below and onto the sacred grounds of the temple, not sacred anymore.
The Man falls to the ground just as dead as his mentor and his eyes are just as wide. He looks alive, so alive that Sayid feels obligated to reply.
"I know."