They release lights into the sky. Can you believe that? Japanese lights as a symbol of parting with the past. Well, an urgent message — we are not Japanese. Do you know who they are? Children. As if lighting candles could fix everything, or even saying a prayer, or pretending that Elena wouldn't end up like everyone else—a vampire killer. Nonsense, nonsense. Obnoxious little children. I know you're going to say, "That's how they feel better, Damon." So what? How long will it last? A minute? A day? What will it change? Because, after all, when we lose someone, every candle, every prayer will not change the fact that the only thing you have left is a hole in your life in the place where someone you care about used to be. And a stone. With a date of birth carved on it, which I'm sure is also wrong. Well, thank you, friend. Thanks for leaving me here as a babysitter. Because I should have left a long time ago. I didn't get the girl, remember? I'm just stuck here arguing with my brother. :theskull: