O peso insuportável da culpa
[We see Michael cleaning the blood from the floor of the hatch. Eko enters.]
EKO: Hello.
MICHAEL: I didn't hear you come in, man.
EKO: I left my shoes outside. They were muddy.
MICHAEL: Did you find him? Henry?
EKO: No.
MICHAEL: I hear you're a priest.
EKO: Yes.
MICHAEL: I guess you believe in hell, then.
EKO [helping Michael clean the blood]: For a brief time I served in a small parish in England. Every Sunday after Mass, I would see a young boy waiting in the back of the church. And then one day, the boy confessed to me that he had beaten his dog to death with a shovel. He said that the dog had bitten his baby sister on the cheek; and he needed to protect her. And he wanted to know whether he would go to hell for this. I told him that God would understand -- that he would be forgiven, as long as he was sorry. But the boy did not care about forgiveness. He was only afraid that if he did go to hell -- that dog would be there waiting for him.
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