I'm hardly the same. I feel...like I know more. I don't think I'll ever truly let go of the coldness that is always inside of me but I suppose I accept its place now. My place as well.

[Perhaps it's a bit sad but it feels a lot more freeing to be able to accept these things now. He looks up to Lestat, hands on his cheeks.]

Drinking your blood, back in our world, it offered me this peace. In a way, you gave it to me. I'm sure you will take it back from me. That's your way. But for now, I love you all the more for it.