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Date: 2011-01-11 06:11 am (UTC)
confidenceman: (with a taste of your lips i'm on a ride)
When he hears his suspicions confirmed, that's more than enough to draw a tired sigh out of his lips, resigned. More tired than he's been in quite some time, with so much new on this island and all these people encouraging him to try new things, inadvertently pulling him away from that person he used to be, in ways that he can only ever be grateful for. Now, though, he suddenly feels like Sawyer on that mysterious island again. Earning people's ire. Only able to accomplish anything through threats.

"Goddamn," he swears, shaking his head, gesturing with one quick wave of his hand, though he isn't sure what he's pointing to, if anything at all. Maybe his frustration. Presenting it, invisible though the sentiment is. "You shouldn't have, Juliet. There ain't anythin' good to come out of rememberin' all that went on on that island, not with the way things went. I'm tellin' ya. Start fresh."
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