The memory in question is so, so sharp. How angry he had been. How deep the betrayal cut. The full knowledge of the lie, of what Armand had took, what Louis had permitted to happen.
And still, he'd had that sliver of trust.
"He'd never," Louis begins, and stops.
A foregone conclusion. Armand did this. Does Daniel need to say it?
Almost eighty years, and maybe Louis didn't know everything but he had know this: Armand had never made another vampire. He had been repulsed by it. He had never chosen it.
And behind that, the awareness of what Armand knew. Of what Louis had wanted, intended.
"I'm sorry," is what Louis settles on.
Louis' fault. Louis had brought all of this to pass. Put Daniel in this position. And now they are here, and Louis cannot undo any of it.
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The memory in question is so, so sharp. How angry he had been. How deep the betrayal cut. The full knowledge of the lie, of what Armand had took, what Louis had permitted to happen.
And still, he'd had that sliver of trust.
"He'd never," Louis begins, and stops.
A foregone conclusion. Armand did this. Does Daniel need to say it?
Almost eighty years, and maybe Louis didn't know everything but he had know this: Armand had never made another vampire. He had been repulsed by it. He had never chosen it.
And behind that, the awareness of what Armand knew. Of what Louis had wanted, intended.
"I'm sorry," is what Louis settles on.
Louis' fault. Louis had brought all of this to pass. Put Daniel in this position. And now they are here, and Louis cannot undo any of it.