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[tellmehowbadiam]

She doesn't want me anyway.
She can go find someone else.

[Right. He was still killing back then. Learning to feed without killing isn't really something he fully learned to do until years later.

And in this city...

He frowns even as he hits send.]

[mordacita]

It does not matter what she wants. She less than a century old. Still a child, among our kind, and she does not know what to do.

Whatever she says, whatever hurt or bitterness there is, she needs her father.
She needs you, Lestat.

[tellmehowbadiam]

[So much heavy frowning comes through now.]

Fine. I'll talk to the beast.

[mordacita]

[ There's warmth on Rafa's end. Warmth and love, and behind it, the thought of his own children. Especially his two daughters. ]

They are worth all the pain. I don't diminish what she did to you.

It's just I know you love her anyway.

[tellmehowbadiam]

I hate when you read me that way.

[That's a bold faced lie born of someone who is sulking.]

[mordacita]

[ In the midst of that warmth, there's some amusement now. ]

And yet you love me, too.

I am a father myself. I would feel the same.

[tellmehowbadiam]

Yes, yes.

I'll talk to you later. I have to go dramatically smash something while I figure out what to say to that monster.

[mordacita]

[ More laughter, as his mind fades away into the background.

Don't worry. He'll be back in touch tomorrow. ]