“In fact, you’re right. The safest thing is to stay here. Wait for morning. Wait for these Others, to see if they ever show up. Wait for the brave folks on the raft to bring help. But me? I’m tired of waiting.” | Lost, 2.1: Man of Science, Man of Faith
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.