She witnessed the destruction of L'Manburg with her own eyes, Wilbur being the person who blew the country to pieces. Nothing remained, but a gaping crater in part of the Dream SMP. It was a wreck.

Yet Tubbo managed to build the country from the ground up again. He filled the hole of a country that used to be. The ghost of the old L'Manburg — or perhaps still Manburg. He remade it in his image.

Sure, new L'Manburg still follows principles that Wilbur originally created for his country; his symphony. But those are only the base of the new country that rose in its place. Exactly what Wilbur and Technoblade were clearly trying to prevent by leaving nothing but destruction behind.

Wilbur never wanted Tubbo to take the notes of his symphony and remake them into something similar, yet different. In the end, it will always be the same — unfinished.

It doesn't surprise Sara that Technoblade retired. The L'Manburgians clearly haven't learned their lesson. But perhaps they will. Soon enough.

Sara has realized the truth. She knows better now. She realized that the only reason she ever believed in the country was because she believed in Wilbur. She believed they were fighting for a noble cause, because Wilbur said so. His charisma and his zeal for the country were genuine. He fought for it with vigor that ultimately made Sara join L'Manburg's side rather than stand by Dream, George and Sapnap. She was loyal to Wilbur to a fault. Even when she disagreed with his opinions.

She knows now. But she also knows that people like Eret, Technoblade and — eventually — Wilbur were right. It was never meant to be.

And yet.

She stands on the grave of the country she used to believe in; a country she used to love. She stands on Wilbur's grave. Filled with water — reconstructed. Almost like Wilbur's symphony simply faded off the paper and Tubbo decided to reuse said paper to compose a new one. And surely, he thinks this symphony will be different . . . better, even. Perhaps he'll make it into a song. Perhaps this time, it won't be left unfinished.

If only they would all realize that the Song of L'Manburg had been doomed since the very beginning. Doomsday is upon them, she can feel it. It will come suddenly, unexpectedly and it will rock everyone's worlds as they know them. And hopefully, it will create something brand new instead, something that will no longer draw on the blood, youth and sanity of its creators. Something that will spread peace throughout the entire region.

A frown sets on Sara's lips, and she turns to stare at the yellow sweater that Phil has left for Sara before Technoblade came to pick him up and sneak him out of the country. There aren't many things left after Wilbur.

Niki has his coat. Sara took his beanie, and now she also has the sweater. Its blood-stained gaping hole haunting her with the man's fate. Phil still has the sword that Wilbur passed him and told him to kill him with. Phil killed his own son.

Phil doesn't like to talk about that day. Understandably so. Nobody would want to relive the moment their own child begged them to be killed. And knowing that this man has lived for centuries, she can imagine this man's coping mechanisms be something like avoidance — forgetting and not grieving is easier than feeling the pain and moving on.

Sara might be some centuries younger, but even she knows it's unhealthy. Phil needs to talk through his grief before he takes it out on innocent people. L'Manburgians no less. She's seen the look on his face whenever L'Manburg has been mentioned. And whilst she doesn't agree with its existence; she would hate to hurt the people who live in the country. The citizens who love their country. Though she might have to. The people must realize L'Manburg is not as important as they are — not worth the lives lost in possible wars fought for the country. She understands that is a lesson that must be learned the hard way.

It always does.

For Sara, it's been the loss of Wilbur. She cared for that man. Even more than she might admit. She would've done anything for him; even give her own life. She loved him, and that was a fact. Not in the romantic way, of course. More like an older brother she never had.

So, if destroying L'Manburg really was what Wilbur wanted — she should finish the job. They may have never finished the symphony that the country is; but she can finish this story, a tragedy of sorts. One that will, hopefully, give everyone the very needed catharsis.

Fundy enters the house that Sara is temporarily living in quietly. She's been spending time with him ever since she got to L'Manburg. Sara's been gone for months, and one of the first things she realized was that she abandoned Fundy over a country. Over his beliefs. Instead of being there for him when he needed it the most.

She left him after his father died and didn't even think of him until she saw him again a few weeks ago. When she arrived to new L'Manburg. Had it not been for him and Niki, Sara would've probably left the moment she'd looked through Tubbo's old library and the new one in the sewers underneath L'Manburg. She's not sure who owns it, but it's there and has many interesting books. Just not the one Sara's looking for.

Now she's stuck in L'Manburg because she feels guilty. But also because she cares. Tubbo, Niki and Fundy are the last remainders of the old L'Manburg. They still make her feel good; they make her happy. Like she's home. Even if she doesn't like the country itself anymore.

"Fundy," Sara smiles at the fox in greeting. He reciprocates her smile, making himself comfortable on the sofa in her living room. She sits down across from him in a chair.

"Hi, Sara," he says. Fundy looks around the house that Sara lives in, examining it. Since she's been in L'Manburg, he's never visited her residence. Mainly because she didn't let him.

"How's your day been?" Sara asks.

"Okay." Fundy nods. "Quackity was on a tangent about Dream again. How he's the source of all our problems and that we should get rid of him."

Sara bites the inside of her cheek, nodding. "That's understandable," she says. Dream used to be her friend once. When she came to the Dream SMP. She nearly married George, too. Life had been much simpler before Tommy and Wilbur. They changed Dream. Sara's certain the person Dream used to be is long gone at this point.

"Plus, he's building a new country! He's Tubbo's acting Vice President, but he's building a country with Karl, George and Sapnap! I mean, he asked Tubbo for permission first, but I haven't heard Tubbo decline much of anything these last few days. You could ask him for the position of President and he might just hand it over to you. But, of course, Quackity decided to make a whole new country . . . he's calling it Mexican L'Manburg." Fundy shakes his head. "And on top of that, they want to organize a festival."

Sara watches the boy with a raised brow. "Have you tried talking to Tubbo about this?" She cocks her head to the side, gazing at Fundy.

"Actually, yeah," says Fundy, nodding. "But Quackity never lets me get a word in. I think he knows I don't like any of this. Big Q's playing a game for power, and Tubbo's failing to see it. He just goes along with anything, because he trusts Quackity's judgement."

Sara ponders the best response. She knows that Tubbo relying purely on Quackity when running the country is not exactly the best situation, and she understands why Fundy is upset. But she would rather tell all of her friends to abandon the idea of a peaceful country for all. This is the Dream SMP, and countries do not have the best history in it.

"I don't know what to tell you, Fundy," Sara replies honestly, pursing her lips. "You should do whatever you think is the best for the country. You're Wilbur's son, I'm sure you can figure it out."

Fundy presses his lips together with a nod. He's not pleased about the mention of his father. She can see it on his face. An apologetic expression crosses Sara's features. She didn't want to bring back unpleasant memories for the boy. That's actually the last thing on her agenda.

"Okay," Fundy speaks after a moment of awkward silence. "I— thank you, Sara."

"Of course, Fundy. Whatever you need, I'll always be here for you." She smiles at him, reaching for his hand to squeeze it comfortingly. "I've never told you this before, but . . . I am really sorry for the way I treated you when Schlatt was president—"

Fundy shakes his head. "No— it's okay, Sara. You thought I was on Schlatt's side. I had to make my allegiance to him believable," he reasons, forgiving Sara's aloofness toward him during Schlatt's presidency. "Hell, I actually did believe in his vision for a while."

The redheaded woman shakes her head in disagreement. "It doesn't excuse my attitude toward you, Fundy," she says. "I should've supported you even when it seemed like you weren't on our side. You should've been more important than a country." You're Wilbur's son for fuck's sake, and I've been helping him raise you, she wants to add, but chooses not to. It could possibly add insult to injury since Wilbur is a touchy subject with Fundy. Sara can't even recall when their relationship became as bad as it was. Thought it always comes down to one thing — the country Wilbur tried to create.

It has never been about L'Manburg for Sara anyway. It's always been about Wilbur and the people in it. It should've always been about the people in it.

"I should've been here for you. Especially after Wilbur blew up L'Manburg . . . after he died. I left when you really needed a friend. And I am genuinely sorry for that."