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[The camera starts recording, showing the interior of what looks to be a cabin, only illuminated by the glow of an oil lamp standing on the table. A (currently hatless) man is sitting in front of a large loom where part of a large tapestry hangs, using his knife to spread the threads so he can use them to weave them into knots and such.]

[He finally turns to the camera, calm blue eyes creased in a benevolent expression.]

You know, it's rather interesting. Some people believe their lives are governed by fate, and others say that they're free to do what they want. Some say it's futile to do anything, and others disagree, saying your can change your future as much as you want to.

[He turns towards his loom again, cutting out a troublesome thread, before speaking again.]

But what most everyone agrees on is that life is made of choices. You are where you are now because you decided to go a certain way, talk to a certain person, see a certain thing...

I believe everyone has a choice. It just depends on how you use it.

[And he smiles at the camera.] So, I'm curious, people of Vatheon...what sort of choices have you experienced in your lives?

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I can leave whenever I want to, but I always return. The existence of the island keeps him there for as long as it exists.

What happens if it's destroyed somehow?

That won't happen. Because the only way he could destroy it is if he finds a way to kill me.

And it's impossible for him to do so, so he's between a rock and a hard place. He hasn't stopped trying to find a way around the rules, though.

That doesn't make any sense.

[Seriously. Did that mean that Jacob was the island?]

It makes sense to me.

[Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. Or maybe he's just a random guy who found himself in charge of a very special island. Who knows?]

So you're responsible for this island's 'life'?

Of course I am. The people who are on that island are there because I invited them to be there. Nobody can get in without my approval.

Your own private island. Never come across someone who has that kind of power before.

It's not my island, technically. It's not anybody's island. It's just the island.

But you control who's on the island.

I don't do that either. I simply invite them in, and allow them to do as they please. I'm not a dictator, Effy.

But if you have to invite them in order for them to come to the island, that's dictating, in a way.

Not necessarily. It's an invitation, not a command. Besides, I chose people who were unhappy with the lives they were having. Bringing them to the island would help rebuild who they are.

What if they didn't want to be on the island?

Then they could leave. Actually, six of them managed to do so after a couple of years.

However, they all returned back to the island very shortly afterwards.

Why's that?

They couldn't live in their world anymore. All of them became unhappy as they were before they landed on the island, and they realized this and came back.

People were happy on the island?

Of course they were. Imagine, they had a fresh start. Nobody knew who they were. Every time they were judged was not because of what they did back home, but of what they did on the island.

Seems artificial to me. A bit unfair, too. Our choices make us who we are, so they've run away from it if they come to the island.

But that's where you're wrong. For they never expected to be on the island in the first place.

They crashed there in a plane crash.

You said you invited them there -- did you cause the plane to crash?

I pushed their destinies towards the island. But I did not decide how they would arrive on the island.

It crashed because of a man named Desmond Hume, who didn't enter the code and press the button in 108 minutes as he should have done.

Oh my god.

[That is completely fucked up.]

You can't expect people to do things like that because you planned it.

Effy, I didn't ask Desmond Hume not to press the button. I didn't ask those people to get on a plane that would eventually crash. I didn't ask for any of those things. I actually didn't ask anything at all.

I simply pushed them along their way. I didn't plan for anything. All I planned for was that they would all come to the island somehow.

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