[ There's no disappointment, no feeling of loss, in fact Armand is quietly flustered at how Lestat gentles him, at how he's going to get blood over everything. Still, he let's Lestat cover him and Armand reaches for the bear, checking it over as the Letterman is draped over the mess of his back, before blinking up at the question.
He'd stumbled before, been made weak by his injuries and now his limbs feel like lead weights, even the movement of his arms feeling too slow and ponderous. He shakes his head 'no', even as he tries to gather the strength and barely makes it off the mattress before sinking back down. ]
No, I don't think I can..
[ Armand's gaze falls away, fatigue settling into his frame like those moments before dawn when he can barely keep his eyes open. The only thing that keeps him from drifting off right here, is the sight again of Daniel's handwriting on the desk and how he can't help but reach out weakly and trace the letters. ]
Is it true? Do you think anyone knows we are gone?
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He'd stumbled before, been made weak by his injuries and now his limbs feel like lead weights, even the movement of his arms feeling too slow and ponderous. He shakes his head 'no', even as he tries to gather the strength and barely makes it off the mattress before sinking back down. ]
No, I don't think I can..
[ Armand's gaze falls away, fatigue settling into his frame like those moments before dawn when he can barely keep his eyes open. The only thing that keeps him from drifting off right here, is the sight again of Daniel's handwriting on the desk and how he can't help but reach out weakly and trace the letters. ]
Is it true? Do you think anyone knows we are gone?