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“You could sit up here, Armand.”
“Clearly. This is how I sit with Sybelle. I like it.”
“Fine.”
“Come home with us. New York will suit you.”
“It gets cold.”
“Don’t make excuses.”
“You do this to spite Marius.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“You forget I know you, Armand.”
“You think I care Marius finds you unsuitable? Not so well as you think, then.”
“Hm.”
“If I have anything to prove to Marius it is that I can love unselfishly even when the end is inevitable. You’ll go back to Lestat. No, shh. Why do you look like you’re going to cry?”