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graveyard part five
 You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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I didn't do a very good job protecting you. [But then this wouldn't be the first time Poland's let Ukraine down. He'd already apologized for it once, but that was for dying.
If he'd lived long enough to know Ukraine was the watcher, he'd of killed her for it. Ukraine's end was more unavoidable than Lithuania's.]
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[And even if it turns out he'd have had to kill her anyway, it meant something.]
But if you go back, you have to promise me one thing.
Deliver my letter to brother and sister. I ...want them to know that ...that I think they're going to be alright. That I know they can look after each other... and...how much I love them.
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I don't think you have to worry, Ukraine. They'll know that with or without a letter.
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Please ....just this one thing...for me.
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You can tell them yourself.
I'll figure it out and you can go home and tell them yourself.
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If that happens I will.
But if it doesn't....I need to know that someone told them....has given it to them.
I just need to know...that if you have to...you will. So...so I don't have to worry about them.
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[And you are getting a large hug.]
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This really sucks.
[Poland's never been the most eloquent speaker, but he'd have to go home alone. He'd have to tell Belarus and Russia that their big sister would never come home. Ukraine was the gentle warmth of Eastern Europe and of her siblings. What would Belarus and Russia do without their sister?
What would he do?]
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Yes. It does.
[She's so far gone in sorrow that even her tears are used up. There's just a numb dry feeling that she's never going to be able to hug Poland again, that she's never going to be the person to break bad news to her siblings because everyone else was too afraid. That she's never going to be their big sister ever again.
This horrible feeling, the certainty that was with her...Was this how her brother felt all the time?
She hugs Poland close, wishing she could get one last chance to tell her brother that she understood now. Why he was so afraid everyone was going to leave him. The hollow empty feeling inside that felt like you were breaking apart.]