He could reach for the gun. He could take it, and end this whole miserable ordeal. One bullet, and he'd be dead. ...Or back on the island. Same difference.
He didn't though. He was too tired to try.
Instead he got up, without Jack's help, and wrapped his arms around himself as he shuffled off towards the SUV.
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Date: 2015-06-01 07:40 am (UTC)He didn't though. He was too tired to try.
Instead he got up, without Jack's help, and wrapped his arms around himself as he shuffled off towards the SUV.