Kieren turns and faces the graves with a fraught look on his face, not entirely sure he wants to keep going with this, but he's sort of come this way already. Might as well go for broke, right? Clearing his throat, Kieren wanders into the middle of things. "Uh, hello? If anyone's down there," he begins warily, "we're not here to hurt you. We just want to talk or..." He draws out the 'or' while he tries to think of something. "Look, I'm like you. And you might think you want to come up here, but it's not what you expect. It's hungry and cold and terrifying and lonely," he gets out.

"And you'll be different, which isn't bad, but it's hard."

He listens and the knocking is diminishing slightly. Kieren wishes that he didn't wish that Amy had done this, had knocked from the coffin to let them know she'd only been playing. His face falling, he sinks into a perch on one of the stones. "I'm not a messiah or a saviour or anything, I'm just...like you, is all."