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Living on the island seemed easier.

You had your chance, Freckles. You ran.

Doesn't mean I don't think about it. I'm allowed to use my mind, Sawyer.

Defensive aren't ya?

I'm just sayin' that sometimes you just can't go back.

So, I can't have any regrets?

You can have whatever you want. Just like you coulda stayed. Shoulda woulda coulda doesn't get you very far though, does it, Freckles?

If you want to take it that way.

You could have came with me.

That so? I seem to remember you didn't have a whole hell of a lot to say to me after you tried to knock my ass out.

Like you didn't deserve it?

Didn't say I didn't. Doesn't mean you get ta throw yourself a big ol' pity party 'cause you mighta made the wrong decision.