[ Instinctively he presses into the touch, mindlessly seeking comfort, any gentleness in the face of so much ruin and the reflex makes him feel sick. He'll turn to any kind hand won't he - but is that truly so? Or is it Lestat, his kin, so reviled and so loved - Lestat who is here, who should have escaped but is here. A wave of fresh tears crest his cheeks and Armand reaches out weakly around the bear in his arms, grasping onto the hem of Lestat's letterman like he's in need of an anchor, like he fears the other Vampire might be a vision sent to taunt him on top of Daniel's words..
He's distantly aware that he's shivering and hunger is beginning to push through the emotional static in his mind, his body sending out warning signs that he's only just starting to notice. Oh. He's...well, he can't die, but if he were mortal he would be and even for a vampire, the damage is significant and he's not fed today, nor the day before. He's not equipped to weather this portion of his injuries and Armand feels himself sway, clutching onto Lestat tighter, though his grip feels as weak as a child's.
He's trying to make sense of Lestat's words, to respond around sobs, even as they begin to settle from his presence. ]
The wings. They...took them.
[ He can't articulate what they actually did, just the thought of it making his shoulders flinch and pulls miserably at the wounds again.
'I fear for him it is too late'
Curious that his masters words should haunt him now as blood continues to run from his body. A failed fledgling, who in turn, failed his own...how hideous a thing he is. ]
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A wave of fresh tears crest his cheeks and Armand reaches out weakly around the bear in his arms, grasping onto the hem of Lestat's letterman like he's in need of an anchor, like he fears the other Vampire might be a vision sent to taunt him on top of Daniel's words..
He's distantly aware that he's shivering and hunger is beginning to push through the emotional static in his mind, his body sending out warning signs that he's only just starting to notice. Oh. He's...well, he can't die, but if he were mortal he would be and even for a vampire, the damage is significant and he's not fed today, nor the day before. He's not equipped to weather this portion of his injuries and Armand feels himself sway, clutching onto Lestat tighter, though his grip feels as weak as a child's.
He's trying to make sense of Lestat's words, to respond around sobs, even as they begin to settle from his presence. ]
The wings. They...took them.
[ He can't articulate what they actually did, just the thought of it making his shoulders flinch and pulls miserably at the wounds again.
'I fear for him it is too late'
Curious that his masters words should haunt him now as blood continues to run from his body. A failed fledgling, who in turn, failed his own...how hideous a thing he is. ]