Sayid hones the strips of bamboo, carefully whittling them into fine points, mind blank as he concentrates on his task and the snik, snik of the knife.
He doesn’t know what he did with the bamboo he used on Sawyer. He couldn’t imagine the day he’d have to use it again. But now Jack has brought an enemy into the camp. Jack might trust her, but Sayid does not. She’s been branded by her people, cast out, left behind, but Sayid knows to look deeper.
He tests the tip of the bamboo. Yes. Sharp enough. He is ready.
