[The door cracks open a little more and the hurt bleeds through, radiates, pulses like a heart. Koby can feel it as if it's his own, for a moment, catching his breath at it's intensity, pressing a hand reflexively to his chest. It's impossible to mistake as anything but genuine, no attempt at deflection or veiling.]
I'm sorry. I don't That shouldn't have happened. You didn't deserve that.
[Whatever sins, whatever deaths are on Louis's hands, directly or indirectly, whatever guilt he carries, he didn't deserve the pain he feels in that instant.]
You're safe? With Lestat? I know he cares about you a lot, and I know there's a history there, but If you're safe, that's all I care about.
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I'm sorry. I don't
That shouldn't have happened. You didn't deserve that.
[Whatever sins, whatever deaths are on Louis's hands, directly or indirectly, whatever guilt he carries, he didn't deserve the pain he feels in that instant.]
You're safe? With Lestat?
I know he cares about you a lot, and I know there's a history there, but
If you're safe, that's all I care about.