The thoughts of Estonia, wanting Lithuania to open up about the pain and abuse he is going through during the Soviet Union era. Considering writing a second part.

You think you're fooling us into thinking that you're fine. You think that we don't know what happens to you. All these years we've been here, and you still think we are unaware.

It's no secret that you're hurt - both me and Raivis know, and it's blatant enough that even the others could notice there's something wrong. You share with us your injuries that physically present themselves so that we can feel useful and fix you, but you always say you're fine and that this isn't affecting you mentally.

In human years, we may be still children, but you forget we have lived for centuries and known you for just as long. I've known you since you were tiny, and yet you still assume you can hide how he's gotten into your head.

While on occasion you stay very quiet, I can tell you are hurting when you start talk a lot. Raivis honestly hasn't noticed this, but you start talking about anything on your mind that's not about our current situation, and you often change the topic. I think that by doing this, you are trying to distract yourself from the truth of how hurt you are by all this violence. I know, because I do it too.

You don't realise that hiding your pain only causes us more pain. We know you're suffering and that you are afraid of telling us. We can't help but feel that maybe you don't trust us. I know it's hard to talk about how you really feel, but we won't hurt you anymore. Me and Raivis only want to help. Maybe you need to vent, maybe you just need a hug, but we won't know unless you open up.

Toris, you have no idea how important to us you really are. We already feel guilty enough for letting you take all this abuse. If you weren't here, we would be hurting too.

One day when this is all over you'll have all of this pain, dragging you down. While this hell lasts, please let us in. I just wish that you would trust us, that you would trust me.