[The corner of Armand's mouth tweaks upwards at the accusation. From Lestat of all people. Lestat, who staged a rescue by literally staging a rescue, starring in a play he kept trying to steer off-course. But Armand can't point that out. Something is off, here. Lestat thinks there is merely a "century of estrangement" between them, and is either in some very staunch denial or genuinely doesn't remember.
Regardless, Armand doesn't want to bicker about pointless details. He'd much rather they just try to kill each other like normal people do when they have baggage between them. It can all be settled in a moment, once he breaks through Lestat's...whatever this is. It's not quite like he's blocking his thoughts. It's more like he doesn't have any thoughts.
Almost as if...
Two feet crunch to a halt in the snow, the look on Armand's face growing increasingly perplexed and a little strained, with just a hint of growing alarm.
Are you there? he calls out to Lestat through the Mind Gift, only to hear nothing, not even echoes of himself. Am I here?
Is this a dream? Are they dead?
What is happening?]
Are we... [He's not even looking at Lestat anymore, gazing off to the middle distance, trying to reach anything.]
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Regardless, Armand doesn't want to bicker about pointless details. He'd much rather they just try to kill each other like normal people do when they have baggage between them. It can all be settled in a moment, once he breaks through Lestat's...whatever this is. It's not quite like he's blocking his thoughts. It's more like he doesn't have any thoughts.
Almost as if...
Two feet crunch to a halt in the snow, the look on Armand's face growing increasingly perplexed and a little strained, with just a hint of growing alarm.
Are you there? he calls out to Lestat through the Mind Gift, only to hear nothing, not even echoes of himself. Am I here?
Is this a dream? Are they dead?
What is happening?]
Are we... [He's not even looking at Lestat anymore, gazing off to the middle distance, trying to reach anything.]