Locke: I believe that I was being tested. Jack: Tested? Locke: Yeah, tested. I think… that’s why you and I don’t see eye-to-eye sometimes, Jack because you’re a man of science. Jack: Yeah, and what does that make you? Locke: Me, well, I’m a man of faith. Do you really think all this… is an accident? That we, a group of strangers survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence, especially this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason. Jack: Brought here? And who brought us here, John? Locke: The island. The island brought us here. This is no ordinary place, you’ve seen that, I know you have. But the island chose you, too, Jack. It’s destiny. Jack: Did you talk with Boone about destiny, John? Locke: Boone was a sacrifice that the island demanded. What happened to him at that plane was a part of a chain of events that led us here that led us down a path, that led you and me to this day, to right now. Jack: And where does that path end, John? Locke: The path ends at the hatch. The hatch, Jack all of it. All of it happened so that we could open the hatch. Jack: No, no, we’re opening the hatch so that we can survive. Locke: Survival is all relative, Jack. Jack: I don’t believe in destiny. Locke: [pause] Yes, you do. You just don’t know it yet.
Honestly, I have never, ever reacted to something in such a terrifyingly fangirlish oh-my-God-screaming way before or since, but watching this…I was off my head. Sitting there thinking “whose flashback is this? I don’t recognise that person…” AND THEN YOU GET IT. Dear God.
I’ve told this story before, but I’m telling it again: back in the day, during the hiatus between LOST seasons one and two, I used to comment that the cast of the show was basically perfect - the only thing missing was a hot Scottish guy. So when I was sitting there watching the first episode of season two, and this HOT SCOTTISH GUY came on the screen, I pretty much took that as a sign from God. And therefore, I claim Desmond Hume as a personal gift from the universe, to me. Best. Gift. Ever.