"I saw your face when that woman died."

Sayid winced. "You are not, so far, giving me any reason not to kill you."

"Yes! Yes I am! Listen to what I'm saying, please! All of these other people here are bad. I know that now. Except for you."

"Oh yes? Why me? What makes you think you know me so well?"

"Because I saw your pain when the girl died!"

"You do not know her name?"

"We are trained to forget the names of people who have died. It helps us forget them, ultimately helping us forget the pain... But I don't want that any more!"

"How convenient for you all."

"But I saw your pain and I knew that someone who cared so much about someone to show that expression on their face has to be good. Everyone else here- everyone else is bad!"

"No. No, I am bad."

"I don't believe you!"

"I have killed many men! I have seen them die. And I know that I would not hesitate to do the same to you! How can you hear that and still think I am good?" He was standing and shouting now. It didn't affect Alex in the least.

"Well... then I suppose…" She spoke quietly, "it all comes down to what is good," she looked up at him, " …and what is bad."

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Alex zeroed in on the area where she was to light the torch, wishing her job had more value. She was still very anxious to be in close proximity of the people, but knew that they were not what she once thought they were. She was going to have to change her perspective.

She tried imagining that she had not seen the footage of the woman dying and of Sayid crying; erasing what she thought of the man. She attempted to clear her brain of ever seeing or knowing of any of them.

Then, she tried forming new thoughts about how bad Zeke said they were. This proved to not be hard within about five seconds of their appearance.

Jack- demanding, strong and loud. Sawyer was tall and held nothing back from his mouth. Locke was old, and therefore should be wise, but had far too many knives to be so, and conversed as if he knew something no one else did.

But Sayid. He stayed in the back round, willingly gave up his weapons her carried, and, Alex could see very well, still had more than a hint of pain showing on his face left over from the day the woman died. Alex could not fathom the fact that Sayid was a bad person; her brain could just not accept it.

A woman tied was pushed into Alex's hands, and a harsh quiet voice told her to, "give this woman to Zeke when told, got it 16?"

It was just about then she heard, "Alex, the girl!"

Eager to not take too long, yet nervous that she would mess up, Alex quickly and not without stumbles brought the woman to her elder.

She watched as Zeke said a few harsh words, and thrust the hostage across the opening. She watched through the trees and bushes as Sayid and Alex walked back to their camp, leaving her wondering which people were good, and which were, in fact, bad.