{ They say the definition of madness is doing the same thing and expecting different results. Lestat, by definition, must be mad, because he can never stop this merry-go-round with Louis. Almost eighty years should have taught him better, but, alas, the heart wants but the heart wants.
They always find their way to one another.
And in this case, that's a good thing for Louis. Lestat had heard the voices, too, any vampire could have. The call to arms about his book revealing their truths. Lestat follows his own path to Louis, checking on those closing in on him, and it seems he arrives just in time.
One of the vampires on top of Louis is pulled off and thrown back out the window she came from. Another one gets set alight and screams, backing himself away as Lestat reaches his hand down to grab at Louis' and pull him up. }
Come on, Louis, you're not meant to die this way. I think we should find our way out of here, no?
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They always find their way to one another.
And in this case, that's a good thing for Louis. Lestat had heard the voices, too, any vampire could have. The call to arms about his book revealing their truths. Lestat follows his own path to Louis, checking on those closing in on him, and it seems he arrives just in time.
One of the vampires on top of Louis is pulled off and thrown back out the window she came from. Another one gets set alight and screams, backing himself away as Lestat reaches his hand down to grab at Louis' and pull him up. }
Come on, Louis, you're not meant to die this way. I think we should find our way out of here, no?