"Yeah I heard Arthur was thinking about extra narration. I don't think that would work, I do think the actors replaying some of the things we've done would work though."
"Arthur has a bit more experience in this world than you do don't you think?" Another voice says as the set is being prepared for its guests.
The whispering dies down as a young man walks into the frame, his blue turtleneck seems almost like a shield from all potential harm, it seems he is rather confident as he sits down in the chair that closely resembles one of a director. His blue eyes relatively cold as he stares at his watch for a short amount of time, either looking to seem professional or forgetting that there's a clock on the wall in front of him. The silence is disturbed by a ringtone.
"I'm sorry I'll need to take this." He says as he walks away, returning in a surprisingly short time.
"Now we can begin." He says with a chuckle.

The crew picks up the clapperboard and shuts it "And....Action."

The young man briefly smiles. Fiddling with his cuffs and then running a hand through his blonde hair.

"Welcome, What do we need to know about you?"
"My name is Deodatus Santiago Agustin Rojas. But Everyone calls me Santi. I am from Valparaiso in Chile. I am part of the grieving six and this finally is the truth, the whole truth about what happened to us."

"So, I'm curious. Who decided that you should go to camp?"

He chuckles. "Good question. My father did, actually. I really didn't want to come but he coerced me. And what could I do? Would I fight with him? I didn't want to have a problem with him. I wanted to be a good son, a good person."

"I understand. Do you always have this pressure to do everything right for your parents?"

He smiles. "It's pretty obvious isn't it? I've always wanted to be perfect. I wonder why everyone doesn't want to be perfect. I mean, it's the whole point of life right?" He pauses for a moment. "The thing with my parents. Yes, I had to be a perfect son for them..."

"Do you think they see you as perfect?"

He ponders this for a few seconds. "I don't know to be honest with you. I don't think so, no." He takes a sip of water and doesn't say anything again.

"You were 20 when you arrived in camp forward. Are you grateful you came to the camp?"
He frowns and sighs. "There are two ways I could answer that. If I was happy back then, or if I am happy about it now, I think I will answer like I would back then. Where do I start...." He shifts his weight on the chair and pour a glass of water while he takes a heavy breath. "I came there after a rough patch in my life. My hope was fully focused on that camp, it had great reviews, good doctors and professors, it seemed like a good choice. I had the faith that after this, I would be normal again, I felt like this camp would solve the problems I had run into in my life. I thought this was the way of the least resistance. So to answer the question, yes I was grateful. But I also had high expectations of this camp."
"Did they fulfil that?"
He chuckles. "More on that later folks." He says before taking a sip.

"What were your first thoughts on the camp?"
"I remember very clearly how I arrived there. I was playing Bist du bei mir by Bach on the radio of the rental car. I vividly remember cursing the way the sun was shining in my face." He chuckles, "My brother used to love the sun. As any normal human being really, so it depressed me to relish in them like I was doing. But I couldn't help it. The mountains were too beautiful, the sun was too strong and the wind could not penetrate the safety of the comfortable car. But about the camp itself..." He pauses for a while and looks up at the ceiling furrowing his eyebrows in an erudite look of knowledge (or the lack thereof) "I actually do not remember what my first impression was. I believe I thought it was utterly alpine and it reminded me of Nazi propaganda, which concerned me but I do understand it's quite natural when you are in the Alps. I liked the way the fir trees were shading the whole camp grounds, it looked like there had been time and money to make that camp. It was surprisingly clean for a forest, I remember being puzzled by that and deeming it almost unsettling. The light yellow reminded me of a child trying to impersonate the majestic senses of the sun, It was freshly painted and funnily optimistic, almost childishly so. It's something you would imagine seven dwarfs to live in, not seven traumatised children. I also distinctly remember being very pleased that there was no wi-fi. So overall my first thoughts were quite optimistic. I was actually rather early and instead of the head counsellor, I was greeted by a minor one who was wearing quite traditional clothes. I remember thinking that this would be an interesting two months."
"And it was"
He chuckles while looking down, slowly nodding. "Indeed it was."

"Can you recall the very first thing you did at camp?"

His eyes light up and he smiles.
"Oh wow." He shifts in his chair. "Wow...can I remember? I have to remember this. I can't forget...oh yes! I came very early on that first day. There were literally no other campers besides me. I uh...I met someone who helped me with my bags and then I saw a counsellor who asked me to help him take some chairs from the chapel to the dining hall and arrange them around the tables. Yeah, it was very productive," he adds with a laugh.

"Interesting! Did you like that you came that early? I mean you were literally the only camper around!"

"Actually I don't know... I didn't like it, I didn't hate it. I wanted to see my fellow campers but I also wanted to have the time to take in the surroundings you know? So...it was alright I'd say."

"And you went straight to your dorm?"

"Oh yes. By the time I was done helping with the chairs, the other campers had started to arrive but I still didn't really feel like socialising so I just went straight to the dorm room."

"You didn't bother to talk to anyone?"

"No, I was a bit tired so I just headed straight to the dorms. Although I did bump into someone on my way. A really shy girl that I would eventually become close to. She's a really kind girl with gorgeous eyes."

"Was she your first friend?"

"No. We didn't talk until a few days later."

"So who was your first friend at camp then?"

"It was Arthur. A really nice guy who's fun to be around."

"When did you meet him?"

"It was that same day. That first day at camp." He adjusts himself on the chair and clears his throat before he goes on. "He was...late that first day and as a result he missed the orientation. Which wasn't good because it was important you know. I saw him walking close to my cabin after I'd left because I wasn't...comfortable to stay in the room at the moment but I digress. He approached me immediately, he saw me and asked me about the orientation. If I could tell him what he missed and things I think he ought to know. I was happy to. And...that's how it began!"

"Wow. There was really nothing you considered was good enough to make you stay?"

He smiles.
"Well...actually if I didn't have the option of running away I'd have preferred staying at camp."

"Why?"

"Because...back at home it wasn't...I wouldn't be able to have a normal life. Staying at camp was actually a way of having that normality or at least a possible as it can be normal again. So...I liked that fact about camp."

"Oh..."

"Yeah...it's kind of funny you know. I didn't want to come to camp in the first place. I was forced there anyway. Then suddenly I realised...hey this is actually so much better than back home. But then later I realise that I have to get back home eventually because of my academics. And then I'm told that my mental health is getting worse, that I'll have to stay back for a while. I absolutely don't want that. No one is on my side. Then I realise what I want is to leave."

He runs his hand through his hair and sighs.

"You liked camp right?"

He huffs. "I don't really know. There were times I hated it, there were times I liked it."

"I guess your hatred was stronger than your fondness in the end."

He laughs.

What was something about the camp that made you wish you never came?
He chuckles and briefly looks at the ceiling putting his hand on his chin. "That's a great question. Hmmm, well, the food probably, it was typically German, not very well seasoned or seasoned the way you'd season if you can only find herbs in the woods. I still despise thyme." He laughs. " No in all seriousness I would have to say the camps ability to extend your stay if need be. Or at least if I personally was not a big fan of that. It made me frightened to do something wrong." He sighs. "I will hesitate to call myself this but I will just for the sake of honesty, I used to be an overachiever, I still try to be, but life gets in the way you know. Anyway, I could not bear the fact of failing even if it was about healing. I...I even needed to be the best at being okay." He smiles. "So that's a complicated answer, but I think it should be something along those line...."

What would you like to clear up for the public?
The camera switches from position and you can clearly see his profile as he bites his lip and purses his lips in a thoughtful expression. "It might sound quite mad, and you may interrupt me if it is. But I would like it if the public would stop making the camp the main perpetrator in this. We were the problems, we didn't accept the help offered to us. And decided to run, which to be honest was a quite stupid decision. But this camp, it had immense potential and I think it could've helped many grieving kids if the news had not coloured it the way it did. I did not experience any abuse. Everyone there were there to help me. And they tried their absolute best. I think it is a shame that because of a controversy this expert camp has become nothing more but a site where a curiosity happened. It's a real tragedy. Of course I cannot speak for everyone in the world. But these kinds of camps need to be seen as something to be trusted not feared. It was a golden opportunity to heal. Especially if you wouldn't have your parents anymore. There's an immense support system for you in these camps."
So would you go to one if you'd lose someone again?
"If I were still a teenager, yessir." He says with a jovial smile.

"Why did you run away?"

His face darkens.

"Well, as I said they can keep campers there for a longer time if they think they need it. And I needed it, unfortunately, even if I didn't want to admit it. But if I stayed longer than I had to, I'd miss a very important exam and I really didn't want to miss it. So...I had no other option really."

"You couldn't talk to your parents about it?"

"I did but they still insisted that my mental health was more important than the academics, which was true, but I just couldn't. I didn't want to listen to them."

"Did you tell them that you were going to stay back or did you make it clear that you weren't agreeing to it?"

"I...just told them I'll talk to them later after I think about it. But I'd already thought about it long before. My mind was already made up."

If you could do this again the exact same way would you?
The camera zooms into his eyes as he flutters his lashes, trying to avoid the gleaming of the waterline inside his bright eyes. "Honestly, no. I must admit that when I first came to the camp I was clueless about a lot in the real world. I lived in books, in academics, I did not have any grasp of the normal world apart from the religious one. And can you ever fully grasp the religious world? So to say it clearly I understood everything while knowing nothing. And that made me a person that I would deem a bad person right now. I think I was bitter, but maybe that's the wrong word. I did a lot wrong, about myself, Aaru, Arthur.... I fucked up a lot back then. And I think if I would be able to do it again I would try to avoid that. But it taught me a lot. So I wouldn't want to do it the same way, but I believe the chance it would be similar is quite big. So I think I will have to say, to my own disappointment, that I would do it."

"Cut" The one in charge says.
I take off my glasses and wipe my eyes before any tears can show up.
"Are we done for now?" I ask and one of the crewmembers nods.

I stand up and walk to the lavatories. I look in the mirror and imagine my teenage self. In retrospect I wonder if full honesty was a good idea. I shake my head and walk out of the studio. The stone building has a strange oasis of greenery outside, plants that shouldn't live together are coexisting and looking more beautiful now that they're together. The sun shines onto my face and I close my eyes with a smile, the blessing of my brother is hidden inside the beams of the sun. I look down and realise how worth it the truth is, how many young people feel grief every day? I bite my lip, but who wants to see a series clearing up the mythical mystery writers have used as their ultimate inspiration. Some without our names, some even including name, but we would never sue them, what does that matter? It doesn't help. Does this help? I wonder why Arthur so desperately wanted this. It's not like we were abused, or if the camp was some sort of killers camp, there was no possibility of neglect or abuse.... Or was there? Was I simply lucky? I shake my head and look down at my shoes, I notice the colourful socks on of the grieving six gave me a year later. To cheer me up, he said... I smile, happy socks... How can I be so foolish to think this is for the public? If not for the public, simply for them.