Okay, here's the thing. I want to know what's going on. There have got to be people among the Lostaways who are actually curious. Why is no one f---ing asking "WHY!?!"
Jack: We're getting off this island.
Ben: Don't, it's dangerous.
Jack: I'm not listening to you anymore, you devil-tongued bastard.
Random lostie: Um . . . Jack, it's not going to kill us if we wait 30 seconds. Hey, bug-eyed guy, um . . . why is it dangerous?
Ben: All I can tell you is, if you make that call, you'll all die.
Random lostie: That's it? Because, y'know, if you gave us a little bit more information, we, um, might actually believe you. What's so important that you can't tell about it, even at the cost of your own life? I mean, damn, we've been fighting a lot, when all we want to do is get off this island. I'm honestly tired of it. Isn't that right? *looks around*
Other generic losties: *nod, mumble, agree*
Random lostie: Okay, so, what's your name?
Ben: Hi, I'm Ben.
Random lostie: Okay Ben, I'm Hamid. See, you're Ben, I'm Hamid. We're sharing information, making a rapport, not wanting to kill each other. See how easy this is? Y'know, there's no waving guns around, no 'I can't tell you my name, because keeping some random ass secret is more important than my life.' We're just talking, like two normal people who are on the same f---ed up island. Right?
Everyone: . . .
Hamid: So Ben, here's the deal. I am *chuckle* really f---ing tired of not knowing what's going on. I'm so tired at this point, all you have to do is lie to me -- convincingly -- about why we need to stay here, and why us getting rescued is a bad idea. You're Mr. "I'm gonna trick you with my silver tongue," so why don't you use that oversized little noggin of yours and tell us why we can't leave.
Ben: . . . Wow. I'd never thought of it like that before. I'm really sorry for being irrationally secretive at the cost of your friends' lives and my people's lives. Thank you, Hamid, for snapping me out of it. Sure, I'll tell you everything.