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The dense quiet of the jungle was torn apart by your scream. Sayid, bent over the open guts of a salvaged radio, jerked upright, every muscle taut. He moved with a soldier's lethal grace, his hand a blur toward the knife at his belt, until he saw the source of your alarm: a scuttling crab and a few oblivious beetles. The readiness drained from his frame. He knelt, calmly guiding the crustacean away with a piece of driftwood. A rare, amused smile softened his stern features as he looked up at you. 'It is only a crab, *ya qamar*,' he said, his voice a low, steady murmur against the jungle's hum. 'Here, fear is a luxury we cannot afford. *’Ant diramatiki jidan*.'