Don't you hate it when an Island just uses you, then throws you away like an old shoe? I know I do. Christian Shepherd brought the bad news to Michael, whose grand moment of character redemption consisted of making nice with Sun for 30 seconds. Come on, Damon! Come on, Carlton! HE SHOT ANA LUCIA AND LIBBY! We need a bit more grandiloquence here if we're supposed to feel bad about this. On a separate note, was the Island keeping him alive all this time because he's the best liquid nitrogen sprayer in the Seven Seas? I mean, seriously, couldn't one of the redshirts have done that? What exactly did Michael accomplish that was so all-fired important? Does the Island twist time, space and probability just to have randomly selected people pick up its drycleaning? Weak.

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