[ Lestat's smile sharpen to a thin, terrible tightness, his fingers tapping restlessly on the table. The tips of his nails dance on the tablecloth, leaving the tiniest of holes in their wake. ]
Only my family, ungrateful vipers that they are. And in their place, this interminable gloam.
Do you have a family? A mother, a father? I assume you didn't spring out of a hole in the ground.
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[ Lestat's smile sharpen to a thin, terrible tightness, his fingers tapping restlessly on the table. The tips of his nails dance on the tablecloth, leaving the tiniest of holes in their wake. ]
Only my family, ungrateful vipers that they are. And in their place, this interminable gloam.
Do you have a family? A mother, a father? I assume you didn't spring out of a hole in the ground.