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I couldn’t burn him. But Claudia could. No, she couldn’t. She stuck a pen in his neck. She recorded his last words in his own blood. The girl did not have a fuckin’ problem tossing him on the grill, okay?

Was it raining, Louis? She couldn’t burn him. You cursed her into the darkness. You chose Lestat over her, time and time again.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | S01E07