“In this final season, I’ve realized that we LOST watchers are uncomfortably similar to Ben Linus. We blindly follow the show, our Jacob, with good faith that one day, everything we’ve gone through will all make sense. We’re confused, and maybe a little hurt when we don’t understand for weeks, or even years, at a time. We curse the final moments before 10:00pm, episode coming to a close, every tiny moment of clarity bested by a bigger and badder question. Yet, patiently, we stand by for our payment, an amazing finale, the major “AHA!” moment, pieces falling generously into place. Ben Linus waits, too. Granted, none of us has (hopefully) poisoned our communities with a toxic gas, but dammit, we’re going to freaking stab someone if we don’t get our answers.”