I was told a lot of things too. That I was chosen, that I was special. I end up with a tumor on my spine and my daughter’s blood all over my hands…Those things had to happen to me. That was my destiny. But you’ll understand soon enough that there are consequences to being chosen. Because destiny, John, is a fickle bitch.
—Benjamin Linus, “Lost” (via silentsam)
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