Well, they are vampires. Death does not have to mean finality.
But he understands. Remembers his own quiet refusal, and what came after. Felt it like a building collapsing within himself. Kept it all contained. Watched as if from a great distance as his erstwhile companion kissed his daughter's murderer. How it had felt like an unfair distribution of forgiveness.
"I might have burned," Lestat says, finally. "And lived to remember it. I'm not really sure."
He had sounded sure, he knows, speaking truths he believed, but he hasn't had an opportunity to test these things. He does not want to go into a fire. He does not want to step into the sun. (His hair, you know.) But perhaps he could. One day, he will know for sure, and he will have to determine what to do with that information.
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But he understands. Remembers his own quiet refusal, and what came after. Felt it like a building collapsing within himself. Kept it all contained. Watched as if from a great distance as his erstwhile companion kissed his daughter's murderer. How it had felt like an unfair distribution of forgiveness.
"I might have burned," Lestat says, finally. "And lived to remember it. I'm not really sure."
He had sounded sure, he knows, speaking truths he believed, but he hasn't had an opportunity to test these things. He does not want to go into a fire. He does not want to step into the sun. (His hair, you know.) But perhaps he could. One day, he will know for sure, and he will have to determine what to do with that information.
"Hadn't we all had enough horror for one week?"