Here and now, Louis feels the way why works its way across his face. Since being excavated from that coffin, from his death, Louis has delayed grief. Real grief. But he feels it twisting in his chest now, looking at Lestat.
Here he is, alive.
And Claudia is dead.
"Was there another way?" is what he manages, slow and heavy.
They've shared a coffin for a week. The dawn is transitioning to morning. The numbness spreading through him is not enough. Not enough to save him.
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Here and now, Louis feels the way why works its way across his face. Since being excavated from that coffin, from his death, Louis has delayed grief. Real grief. But he feels it twisting in his chest now, looking at Lestat.
Here he is, alive.
And Claudia is dead.
"Was there another way?" is what he manages, slow and heavy.
They've shared a coffin for a week. The dawn is transitioning to morning. The numbness spreading through him is not enough. Not enough to save him.