But this is not Lestat's doing. Lestat did not lure them into a trap, leave them alone within a bright little restaurant to be taken. He did not cut their ankles.
And even so, it has been very difficult to give Lestat the grace of acknowledging that he was a prop. He had been a tool the way the diaries were a tool, the voice to accompany the grotesque animation projected onto the screen behind them.
"Me too," is ground glass in Louis' mouth. No more than that, because he does understand the thing Lestat had described. The inability to let go, no matter the cost. "But she shouldn't have been on that stage."
Claudia should have been away with Madeline. Louis had been prepared for that, for whatever shape life would take without Claudia alongside him.
But he wasn't prepared for her death. He wasn't prepared to feel the full weight of it now either, with his hand soft at Lestat's cheek and tears streaking their faces.
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But this is not Lestat's doing. Lestat did not lure them into a trap, leave them alone within a bright little restaurant to be taken. He did not cut their ankles.
And even so, it has been very difficult to give Lestat the grace of acknowledging that he was a prop. He had been a tool the way the diaries were a tool, the voice to accompany the grotesque animation projected onto the screen behind them.
"Me too," is ground glass in Louis' mouth. No more than that, because he does understand the thing Lestat had described. The inability to let go, no matter the cost. "But she shouldn't have been on that stage."
Claudia should have been away with Madeline. Louis had been prepared for that, for whatever shape life would take without Claudia alongside him.
But he wasn't prepared for her death. He wasn't prepared to feel the full weight of it now either, with his hand soft at Lestat's cheek and tears streaking their faces.