AN: My first ever LOST fic. I know it's short, but I would appreciate any feedback. Thanks!

Disc.: I own nothing.

Jack watches as Sayid is lifted out of the pool. His arms are flung wide, his eyes are closed, and his chest is unmoving. Guilt settles into his stomach, boiling him alive from the inside out. As much as it sickens him, he cannot tear his eyes away from the horrifying tableau as the temple's mysterious leader pronounces his death, and the boiling guilt hardens his insides to stone. What has he done? Yet he can't help but wish that he was in Sayid's place and wonder if his own death would atone for the sins he has committed here.