He lights a cigarette the old fashioned way. If Daniel knows the fire gift, he's keep it to himself. (Or maybe he just doesn't want to slip on a banana peel right away.)
"Rashomon," getting a grip on the back of the car, "is a movie about a thing that happens, and the different perspectives it's told from, none of which are the same. It's different than an 'unreliable narrator', because for real people outside of literary devices, perspective is truth."
Push, push. The car trundles along, like it weighs as much is a bicycle.
"And of course, an unreliable narrator is different than a liar."
Everything locked away in his head, but imperfectly: impossible, when he thinks of it, not to see in crystal clear HD 4k, every detail permanently burned into his brain with vicious triumph, the look of devastation and terror on Armand's face the moment he realized that Daniel knew, and that Louis was going to believe him.
"What's my point, anyway. I just mean— maybe there'll be a sequel, if there's anything else to add. Or maybe I'll get so addicted to money that I'll just make some shit up."
Yeah right. Daniel used Lestat like a grenade and pulled the pin while maintaining eye contact. The fear-adrenaline-victory rush of getting to the truest, least kaleidoscoped version of the truth is better than any drug. On the record or off it, he's always going to ask.
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"Rashomon," getting a grip on the back of the car, "is a movie about a thing that happens, and the different perspectives it's told from, none of which are the same. It's different than an 'unreliable narrator', because for real people outside of literary devices, perspective is truth."
Push, push. The car trundles along, like it weighs as much is a bicycle.
"And of course, an unreliable narrator is different than a liar."
Everything locked away in his head, but imperfectly: impossible, when he thinks of it, not to see in crystal clear HD 4k, every detail permanently burned into his brain with vicious triumph, the look of devastation and terror on Armand's face the moment he realized that Daniel knew, and that Louis was going to believe him.
"What's my point, anyway. I just mean— maybe there'll be a sequel, if there's anything else to add. Or maybe I'll get so addicted to money that I'll just make some shit up."
Yeah right. Daniel used Lestat like a grenade and pulled the pin while maintaining eye contact. The fear-adrenaline-victory rush of getting to the truest, least kaleidoscoped version of the truth is better than any drug. On the record or off it, he's always going to ask.