viaticumforthemarquise:

Did I know?

That is the question, isn’t it?

Without addressing precisely which abuse you are curious about, I will simply make an assumption. 

For a long time—no, I did not know. 

For years I had no idea what was happening. 

Once I knew…well. So much was clear, wasn’t it? The panic attacks, the anxiety, the irrational fears and night terrors. But there was little I could do to stop what was happening. Lestat’s age compounded with my total lack of power in that house made sure of that. 

What do you want from me?

Tears?

Apologies?

I can offer neither. The past has past. The Marquis is dead. The damage is done. 

Leave my son’s childhood, what tattered pieces remain of it, to those who can keep it.