I do not have all the answers Louis, but this cannot persist. Perhaps you should be spending more time sticking your tongue up that nobleman's pimpled arse.
If you knew him at all, you'd know that he's nothing like you. [ a beat. ] Aside from the superficial, coincidental and frankly meaningless similarities.
What do you think will happen when those things are no longer enough to satiate you?
[It's not as though Louis didn't liken him to those very things once. He doesn't care what becomes of the Chevalier. He knows the mortal man is a mere drop in the bucket. Save for the fact that a mere drop in the bucket of either of their lives happens to be one that Louis has attached himself to, he knows it's no use picking at it. He can't help it. Armand isn't here to be the rock wedged between them and he can't even lament about that properly.]
You have my blood, mon cher [—which he uses just to be a dick at this point, as noted by the drop in his cadence when he slips comfortably back into his native tongue.] I know you and you are the most predictable of the both of us. It won't be enough and you'll need something better to make it last.
I gave you everything and it still was not enough. [Or has he conveniently forgotten. ] I could not be convinced otherwise that you were not born miserable and destined to make the rest of us suffer for it. You and your edited memory states I was the one unsatisfied when it was you that has always been discontented and restless. Crawling pathetically into my arms when I helped you realize that the life you made for yourself was not enough. And for what.
For what?
[ And he's sorry??? ]
I gave you everything: a new life, a new purpose, a new power, a child, a house, that flophouse of a brothel, the warmth of my bed, my humility, my secrets, and lastly... my fucking neck and guess what, Louis, it still wasn't enough.
[ for a second he can't even speak because of this absolute bullshit ringing in his ears, damaging his hearing. ]
Gave me everything?
[ HAH! ]
What the hell are you saying? You took everything from me! And here you are telling me to give up more. Can't even breathe without you complaining about the kind of air I'm inhaling.
Guess you were right. It wasn't enough. Should have taken your fucking head.
A miracle you can hear anything over the sounds of your own blubbering. All the best wishes towards the man willing to pick up the pieces of you and make something of it, Louis, he will need it!
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Have you heard her thoughts? I hear only emptiness from that tower.
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[ he came here to rant and have a good time! none of his claims or theories are based on facts! ]
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You are wasting your breath on all of this.
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[ he can't even do his little hobbies here. his collection. his camera. :( ]
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[It's because he's blonde and French and an aristocrat —
not that it really matters, but it is an inescapable detail..]But of all the men you could have fooled around with in this godforsaken place, it is a choice...is it not?
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If you knew him at all, you'd know that he's nothing like you. [ a beat. ] Aside from the superficial, coincidental and frankly meaningless similarities.
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[ trying to make this sound like a list even though it's not really one. ]
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[It's not as though Louis didn't liken him to those very things once. He doesn't care what becomes of the Chevalier. He knows the mortal man is a mere drop in the bucket. Save for the fact that a mere drop in the bucket of either of their lives happens to be one that Louis has attached himself to, he knows it's no use picking at it. He can't help it. Armand isn't here to be the rock wedged between them and he can't even lament about that properly.]
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You speak as if it's an inevitability.
Perhaps not everyone is as predictable as you are, Lestat.
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So what will it be?
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Like we weren't enough for you?
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I'm sorry! I said I was sorry!
[ he doesn't sound sorry. ]
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I gave you everything and it still was not enough. [Or has he conveniently forgotten. ] I could not be convinced otherwise that you were not born miserable and destined to make the rest of us suffer for it. You and your edited memory states I was the one unsatisfied when it was you that has always been discontented and restless. Crawling pathetically into my arms when I helped you realize that the life you made for yourself was not enough. And for what.
For what?
[ And he's sorry??? ]
I gave you everything: a new life, a new purpose, a new power, a child, a house, that flophouse of a brothel, the warmth of my bed, my humility, my secrets, and lastly... my fucking neck and guess what, Louis, it still wasn't enough.
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Gave me everything?
[ HAH! ]
What the hell are you saying? You took everything from me! And here you are telling me to give up more. Can't even breathe without you complaining about the kind of air I'm inhaling.
Guess you were right. It wasn't enough. Should have taken your fucking head.
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Well then you should've done a better job, because I'm back and doing way better now than when I was with you!
[ Yelled no one actually doing better than ever. ]
I don't give a fuck where you breathe, you have been dead to me for longer than you ever know. I welcome the peace it once brought me.
[ Still lying like a liar. ]
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[ he has to laugh. a bitter, sharp and hurt laugh. seems like the break did good for their ability to piss each other off. ]
Mm, must be real peaceful. I can hear you crying all the way from your side of the haunted castle.
[ he can't, but he bet he cries himself to sleep every night. LOSER! ]
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[he's hanging up now.]