[ Lestat muses it aloud, a note of concern in his voice, though it may only be more discernible to someone who knows what it sounds like when he's truly concerned. Another glance swept over the direction of the others, those whose hearts are distinctly racing faster in their chests, and he knows there will be several difficult conversations that await him, now that his greatest secret has been exposed before his ability to do it himself. ]
It may not be safe, for us, after this. We have strength, power the likes of which they cannot fully comprehend, but we do not have the advantage of numbers. Vampires greater than even you or I have been driven out of cities and towns if enough humans become suspicious.
[ Even their initial time in New Orleans had ultimately become threatened by conspiracy and speculation — some of it ludicrously laughable, some of it genuinely dangerous — and while very few menaces had dared to attempt anything on their doorstep, they're in much tighter quarters here with those who have glimpsed their true faces.
Lestat's gaze now, though, is thoroughly fixed on Louis — and there is a bit of sadness in it, and regret, but also an undercurrent of determination. ]
If I could spare you from their perception of us as monsters, I would do so in an instant. [ But this may be the sort of seismic shift among the guests that is beyond even his power to amend. Slowly, his hand settles atop Louis', fingers curving in a brief, gentle squeeze. ]
But they have already seen you, Louis. Perhaps that will be enough, in the end.
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[ Lestat muses it aloud, a note of concern in his voice, though it may only be more discernible to someone who knows what it sounds like when he's truly concerned. Another glance swept over the direction of the others, those whose hearts are distinctly racing faster in their chests, and he knows there will be several difficult conversations that await him, now that his greatest secret has been exposed before his ability to do it himself. ]
It may not be safe, for us, after this. We have strength, power the likes of which they cannot fully comprehend, but we do not have the advantage of numbers. Vampires greater than even you or I have been driven out of cities and towns if enough humans become suspicious.
[ Even their initial time in New Orleans had ultimately become threatened by conspiracy and speculation — some of it ludicrously laughable, some of it genuinely dangerous — and while very few menaces had dared to attempt anything on their doorstep, they're in much tighter quarters here with those who have glimpsed their true faces.
Lestat's gaze now, though, is thoroughly fixed on Louis — and there is a bit of sadness in it, and regret, but also an undercurrent of determination. ]
If I could spare you from their perception of us as monsters, I would do so in an instant. [ But this may be the sort of seismic shift among the guests that is beyond even his power to amend. Slowly, his hand settles atop Louis', fingers curving in a brief, gentle squeeze. ]
But they have already seen you, Louis. Perhaps that will be enough, in the end.