"She is part of you. You are part of her. Why concern yourself with the difference?"
It's a pathetic attempt at an argument, unconvincing even as he says it. Armand gets the point, but he doesn't like it. He trusts Louis, but he cannot trust him the way that Louis wants him to. He loves Louis, but he cannot love him the way Louis needs him to. Failures layered on top of failures, eating away at his soul. So he overcompensates, tries to wrest control out of an ultimately uncontrollable situation. Attempts, in his foolishness, to build where there can only be ruins.
He knows it, in his heart of hearts. But it is hard to accept. Hard and cold in his chest. He gazes at Daniel, defiant against himself, against the old man who knows that Louis deserves better.
"I have come close to losing him," he adds, a lurch of guilt making him honest. "Too close. I cannot do it again. If the story reaches the wrong people.. they will come for him. They will take him from me. This is the fear that I live with."
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It's a pathetic attempt at an argument, unconvincing even as he says it. Armand gets the point, but he doesn't like it. He trusts Louis, but he cannot trust him the way that Louis wants him to. He loves Louis, but he cannot love him the way Louis needs him to. Failures layered on top of failures, eating away at his soul. So he overcompensates, tries to wrest control out of an ultimately uncontrollable situation. Attempts, in his foolishness, to build where there can only be ruins.
He knows it, in his heart of hearts. But it is hard to accept. Hard and cold in his chest. He gazes at Daniel, defiant against himself, against the old man who knows that Louis deserves better.
"I have come close to losing him," he adds, a lurch of guilt making him honest. "Too close. I cannot do it again. If the story reaches the wrong people.. they will come for him. They will take him from me. This is the fear that I live with."