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[Private | Not hackable]
So as it turns out, Armand's from the past. Not that anything was ever simple.
He knows nothing of our separation or of Lestat's assembly with the Devil. Of Sybelle and Benji or his own martyr act thanks to a goddamn piece of clo-
...But he wouldn't be surprised by the first. Wasn't Armand the one who played the prophet? That we'd seperate, even grow to hate one another?
I don't hate him. No. No. I could never-
Do I lie to him and pretend we're form the same time? Or would it be better to disillusion him? Put truth into his prediction. Though the second choice would take more than a little convincing. What reason do you have to hide from me, Daniel?. What would I say? Got distracted by the shiny carousel. I'll keep my new senses in check next time, Boss.
Thanks for your help, Marius. Want your gold star for being a snitch?
What would you prefer to do, Danny? Want to pretend you're from the same time? Be his companion again- to laugh and be tactless as ever while you pretend to observe the world through newborn senses?
Or do I dodge the bullet and continue to avoid him? But you know you can't run from him forever-
Take it as it comes, maybe?
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Tell me, if you suddenly returned home and remembered everything about this City, would you write a book about it? Even if everyone would call it fiction, and only you would see the words as reality. Because you lived it, saw it, heard it-
Or would you think you'd gone crazy? Instead, going off to chase shadow, or find some scrap of evidence to validate your sanity? That you'd been here, that this was all real and not some pretty picture in your head. Think about it.
I'm Daniel Molloy, by the way.