"It's my fault." Adrian Desmond said, filled with guilt.
He looked at the silver handcuffs on Sienna Johnson's wrist, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand, his heart full of regret. If he had foreseen the trouble the old man would cause him, Adrian would have dealt with him no matter what.
Back on Death Island, he remembered the old man treating his illness, talking about pretty girls like a mischievous old kid, bragging about how handsome he was in his youth, how many women liked him, and sharing anything fun or tasty with him...
He forgot, the old man wasn't just any ordinary man, he had no sense of right and wrong, he was a deranged scientist experimenting on living people.
"Why apologize?"
"I shouldn't have hesitated. If I had killed him back then, none of this would have happened."
