there's only so much you can hide before it corners you

If Ben is looking for redemption, he isn't finding it here. Jacob's body burns to ash and nothing while he stares without seeing, and all that's left in his vision is John, glowering around the edges. This isn't what he wanted, not what he'd expected to come to when Alex had pinned him with that cold hate simmering in her eyes. Did he know it wasn't her, really? Or couldn't he see past his own need for someone to wash the blood off his hands? Instead he's covered again, his arms and shirt and hands sticky with it, and there's nothing in John Locke's shadowy face offering forgiveness.