And I must say, as artsy and off-putting as some people found it -- or just straight inscrutable -- I really, really loved the drunk vampire love-in stuff that follows, once Pam has dispatched Dr. Psychiatrist. I remember back in the werewolf year when Russell got all obsessed with the idea of walking in the sun, and how so much of the pain of Godric's death was ameliorated by seeing him in the sun, and how Eric has never looked less pale or more lovely, and just... I'm nocturnal by habit, but I do love the sun. I love mornings more than any time, and sunshine when it's raining, and I only live in houses that are mostly windows. And if you think about it, how easy is it to understand this one science fiction idea of the sun, this universal sign of life and movement and strength and beauty, is just: Over with. You don't get that anymore. You don't get to feel it on your skin or warm you up or any of that. You never get to see the qualities of light change every hour, ever again. You only swim in the dark. Horrible. Maybe worth it, but sad. As the decades become centuries becomes unending darkness. Darkness without end.
And so while you have the previously discussed stuff about why Ben is special, and what is Fae blood versus human blood versus V, and how Sookie is meanwhile reconnecting with humanity and her specialness at the same time -- in the exact same cemetery that has always balanced the universe, macro and micro and in-betweeno -- and all that, life magic and death magic, you also have winding through them a very "All Summer In A Day" thing because literally that is what is happening: They get to feel the sun. Today. And then that's it. Darkness forever, again.
I mean, as viewers we're looking at the plot:
Season Six of True Blood is about, God spends nine weeks trying to keep His only begotten daughter from making herself a human sacrifice, and eventually dies in her place.
(Which is great because penance out of guilt doesn't count, and she is being an asshole by trying to shut it off and surrender to fate, but has even more profound implications in terms of the Book of Lilith as a counterpoint to the Bible, which would agree on this point.)
But these guys, they don't know what we know. They were scared, narrowly escaped poisoning, climbing the walls, crazed. They didn't know what was coming, they didn't have nine weeks of "previously on" to remind them where they were headed. They just knew they were being moved from misery to misery, and then just when things were at their darkest, an angel appeared to them and gave them a gift they had given up even wishing for.