blackwingedbotticelli-blog:

MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED.

“Ah, the child…

I’m sure that question has been lurking in your mind ever since you saw the ash and the remainder of her clothes sitting in the courtyard.

I did it for you. It had nothing to do with Lestat and her deeds back in America. It was all for you. I thought that if I removed her from the picture, you would have no one else to turn to. And I was right. You came right into my open arms the second the theatre turned to ash and smoke.

I do regret it, you know. Giving her to the sun. Not because I had any affection for her; no, I regret it because of what it did to you. That last little sliver of pure mortality vanished from you, like a candle being blown out. I lamented that loss, for it was something I had treasured.

It was a selfish deed, I can admit that. But I had not intended the anguish that befell you.

Then again, the road to hell is paved with such well-meaning intentions, is it not?”