He produces a handkerchief and wipes his mouth as if he's sitting at a fancy dinner table and not standing in the woods over the mutilated corpse of a deer. He thinks about reiterating the joke about him eating every part of the animal, even the blood, but he thinks it might be too much for the poor boy. There's the difference between him and Lestat.
"What happened, the last time your body betrayed you? Did you change? Were you human once?"
Like me, he almost says, but that way lies wistfulness and sorrow. He can wish to be human again or even to be truly dead, but he can't undrink Lestat's blood. He can't take back how it changed him into who he is now. He never appreciated life until he died, and therein lies the irony.
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He produces a handkerchief and wipes his mouth as if he's sitting at a fancy dinner table and not standing in the woods over the mutilated corpse of a deer. He thinks about reiterating the joke about him eating every part of the animal, even the blood, but he thinks it might be too much for the poor boy. There's the difference between him and Lestat.
"What happened, the last time your body betrayed you? Did you change? Were you human once?"
Like me, he almost says, but that way lies wistfulness and sorrow. He can wish to be human again or even to be truly dead, but he can't undrink Lestat's blood. He can't take back how it changed him into who he is now. He never appreciated life until he died, and therein lies the irony.