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Lestat is sitting on the top of a large church. He flew up there, rejoicing in the way flying separated him from anything human left inside him, because after all, a monster does not have to feel guilt for what he has done.
He has flown to Paris and England in the past few days, even sleeping in Talbot Manor at one point, avoiding the servants and tormenting himself with the sights and smells that remind him of David. Now, he is in Rome. Petulantly, he refuses to call out to Marius, though the older vampire is really the reason he came to this city. Lestat wants company, and, like flying, Marius's moral outrage and name-calling will make him feel even less responsible for what he is. So he sits, arms around his knees, and waits.
Lestat! Get down from there!
Make me, Romanus.
I wouldn't even think of it, but there's a few members of the Swiss Guard down there with binoculors and sniper rifles who might just try.
Let them come!
There is something like a mental sigh. Lestat, if you come down now I promise I'll let you tell me all about it. I won't even interrupt!
A pause. I want you to interrupt. Tell me I'm evil.
You're evil. I'll be in the forum.
Lestat, laughing, jumps down from St. Peter's Basilica, flying upwards at the last minute and sending the Vatican Guard running.
