Or—did it? Lestat tips his head, trying to will himself back there, back to Magnus' dungeon, back to Louis standing tall and cold over him, back to the taste of Claudia's ashes in the back of his throat. Was there a moment where he wanted to snap it, when Louis was condemning him? But I saved you, he might have said, this thing he thought Louis understood.
Maybe he had the impulse, and tamped it down. The weight of what he had failed to do, crushing the thing he had accomplished. "Besides," comes out a little lighter. Inappropriately, of course. "You weren't saying anything that wasn't true."
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Or—did it? Lestat tips his head, trying to will himself back there, back to Magnus' dungeon, back to Louis standing tall and cold over him, back to the taste of Claudia's ashes in the back of his throat. Was there a moment where he wanted to snap it, when Louis was condemning him? But I saved you, he might have said, this thing he thought Louis understood.
Maybe he had the impulse, and tamped it down. The weight of what he had failed to do, crushing the thing he had accomplished. "Besides," comes out a little lighter. Inappropriately, of course. "You weren't saying anything that wasn't true."