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[youresovein]

[ Behold: Lestat, sprawled on a velvet couch in a leather jacket, head leaned casually on the arm rest. Visible from this selfie angle, discarded on his coffee table, is a laptop open to a word processor. He's deep in thought tonight. ]

Have you ever fallen in love? Have you ever been punched very hard in the face, or perhaps attacked by a pack of starving wolves? For those of you who've done both, would you say the experiences were at all comparable?

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[prophesiedone]

An outer planet, maybe. We might have never been free. I don't know, but I would have tried.

[youresovein]

[ He's quiet for a moment, just tipping his head as he considers that. Another planet. ]

Is it too late now? Have the walls closed in around you too tightly, do you think?

[prophesiedone]

I like to think it's not, but... [What he does...what he becomes... Time is running out quickly.] If I can remember what I know here, there is time yet.

[youresovein]

They say we can't remember. That no one does, until we return. What do you think about that?

[prophesiedone]

I don't believe it. [Surely pure stubbornness can make this so!] I won't stand a chance otherwise.

[youresovein]

I doubt somehow that belief has anything to do with it, but I admire your certainty.

[prophesiedone]

I've been able to do a lot of things others thought impossible. It's...not...for me. I believe that.