Breathing slowly, aware of this minor point of contact. Choosing for it to be an anchor point. A welcome thing. They are here, not there. Lestat is alive, not dead. Louis remembers him.

Their hearts still beat in time. Easy as it ever was.

"You."

No satisfaction now, years later. Louis gave him death, of a kind. Now he's here, dug Lestat out of the ground.

"I killed all the rest of them," is something Lestat had to know. "It wasn't enough."