"I know," I said. "And I don't feel that sorry for him that I'm not still angry about the things he did. He still killed Sal and tried to kill Charlie and would have killed all of you if given half the chance. I don't think he's a good person, I just think... well, he was made that way. The Island made him or he made the Island, but in the end they're the same."

I was quiet for a moment, trying to work out what I meant, and then I exhaled slowly as I figured it out.

"He's going to be there forever, Eddie. Peter never gets to leave that Island. They belong to each other. He'll stay there and he'll think he's the king of that world, but it's such a small world. A world he controls. He's never going to get to do anything good. He's never going to grow up, he's never going to go to school or learn to drive or kiss a girl. Or a boy. He's never going to fall in love." I shook my head. "Isn't that sad?"