Author's Note: For some morbid reason I really enjoyed writing this part of the story. I think it's because of the fact that his actions were wrong, yet we can not fully condemn him for it, so in my fan fiction I can try to explore this idea: He did all these evil things yet it was not all his fault. In Part 2 of my story I think the flashbacks are mainly Sayid's flashback to his life in Iraq.

The night breeze gently blew onto her, half-asleep Minta tightened the blankets around her, her other hand stroking her new shawl. Suddenly she felt an arm wrapped around her, and her face being gently traced with a warm hand, to be followed by a kiss on her forehead.

"Sayid," she murmured happily.

"I told you that I will be fine." He assured her tenderly as she lightly touched his scratches. "They are mostly from the forest. Only this and this was the result of the struggle due to Ethan's capture.

"Is he captured?"

Sayid nodded as he wrapped her shawl around her body, then placed an arm around her.

"Jack says we are all to attend an emergency meeting." Sayid informed her as they walked to joining everyone else. "Claire is safe and Ethan's captured."

Ethan was tied to a bamboo, glaring at the rest of them. A distorted Claire was crying even as Sun whispered soothingly at her. Charlie was pinned by Locke and Boone at one side, swearing at Ethan fiercely.

"What is going to happen?" Minta whispered.

Jack answered for her, and the forty other people. "I think Ethan will likely know many of the answers we had been searching for. So I think I will try to negotiate the information out of him by help from Sayid…"

"No!" Sayid stated angrily, his arms tightening around his wife. "No Jack! I will not do what I did again!"

"Sayid, Ethan might be able to give us information on how to leave the island. We need that information." Jack explained in equal anger, most people murmured in agreement. One even said: "Anything is worth that information."

"You will get no answer from me!" Ethan spat out.

"You shut up!" Sayid smashed his fist into Ethan's face, making the man completely out of cold. Sawyer groaned and put a hand over his face, remembering the time he had received the same treatment.

"Jack, I can not do it again! It is against my principle; my religion; my…"

"Will you not torture Ethan just because this doesn't seem to concern you personally." The doctor yelled back. "But you did not mind it very much last time, in fact you were even eager to torture Sawyer."

"Well done, Sherlock." Sawyer said dryly. "Now everyone knows that Sayid's last job involved more then screwing bolts and nails."

Everyone started to mummer darkly about the Iraqi ex-soldier, one of two comments definitely involved heavy racism and past allusions. Sayid clenched his fists together and turned away, knowing that he would not be able to control himself if he stayed. Minta put her arms over Sayid's, trying to calm him.

"Running away again? For all we know you could have been the one that crashed the plane!" someone called out. "Maybe you were attempting another September Eleventh."

"Because I am Arabic I am responsible." Sayid said bitterly, he looked at the man steadily and asked: "But you are an American in your late fifties so are you not responsible for the My Lai massacre?"

"How dare you accuse me!" The same man roared right into Sayid's face. "I never fought in Vietnam, I was in the protest marches…

"Just as I was in America when September Eleventh happened, and I felt as much sorrow and pain as any of you."

"Proof your alliance by helping us!" another cried out.

"Have you all learnt nothing?" Sayid said very chillingly. "There was a question that I often ask myself, who is wrose? The Torturer or the one who orders the torture? Or I would ponder on the definition of a torturer. I think I come to the conclusion that a torturer is merely someone who is taught the skills of torturing, not because he has the intention of torturing people. Because if that is what a torturer mean, then half of us here are all torturers.

Flashback

"Reporting to duty sir." Sayid said formally, saluting his new commander. "I am Sayid Jarrah. Transferred from the communication department and then into…"

"I know." The older officer said easily. "I know as it is I who ordered your shifts. You are an excellent communication officer Sayid, but you have more potential. You were sent to the firing squad for a month as that was the first part of training for your new job."

Nodding firmly, Sayid followed onward. He was lead into a bare room that only had a chair in the very middle. On it, was a young man. He was no more older then Sayid, his mouth was gagged and his hands tied together, but the horror in his eyes were unable to be masked.

"Are you willing to serve your country Sayid Jarrah?" the officer screamed. "Are you willing and prepared to sacrifice your own interest to repay you country's kindness to you?"

"Yes sir!" Sayid yelled back, saluting once more.

He trust believed it, it was not his fault as every country brainwashed their people, especially the soldiers. In the firing squad Sayid had never once hesitated in pulling the trigger. He was carrying out his duty of a soldier, to end the life of those who dared to betray his country, causing harm onto innocent people.

He superior officer assigned Sayid to be on the firing squad for a whole month as that was the start to preparing him. Even though his new job did not involved killing, in a way it was worse. Torture often mutated the people, leaving them scarred for life, often the killing became the only way of release.

"I will teach you how to unlock traitors' mouth." His new commander informed him in a very matter of fact tone. "First…"

In that afternoon Sayid had his first lesson on interrogation. Carefully he mimicked his teacher's actions, the only difference was that he had a living doll to experiment with.

The punches and kicks he delivered were not the simple movements in a fight. Sayid was taught on how to do these actions with the full level of pain without making his victims losing conscious.

By the end of the first lesson his first victim was sobbing and if the gag was off, the screaming would have been hear twrenching. Hence the reason why in the first practice, the victims were always gagged, their gags would disappear only when the trainees' eyes no longer show any pity or feelings at them.

Sayid leant against the bare wall and looked at his hands with a mixed feeling before he glanced at the man he had just tortured. Knowing that questions and doubt might soon surface, his teacher quickly intervened.

Putting a hand on Sayid's shoulder he informed the nineteen year old boy with a tone of great pride. "You make Iraq very honored to have you as a servant, Sayid Jarrah, you will certainly do Iraq many more great services.

"You will be a great interrogator."

Author's Note: For those who don't know, the My Lai massacre Sayid mentioned is an incident in 1968 during the Vietnam War, when a bunch of American troops went to the village of My Lai and killed many innocent ordinary villagers. I decided that the grudge of September Eleventh should be mentioned again as I saw a news about how this Arabic lady received a copy of the Koran from with heavy racism sentence in it. I am seriously not trying to be anti-America in this story, but I am anti-racism. I also do think that Jack is wrong in 'Confidence Man' by letting Sayid torture him, in a way he was quite guilty too.