Christine Claire: his lawyer. That woman sits on the other side of Lestat. Louis is sitting on the other side of the table, his lawyer beside him. The fact that there is a side of a table for you to sit on only makes the tension rise. It feels like choosing before a choice is made.

Once upon a time, you knew Louis. Then you knew Lestat, and you knew Claudia. After a fit of white costumes and betrayal, after moving to Paris, you knew Armand too... and then Armand directed the play. Your "parents" just keep on betraying each other, it's almost satirical at this rate.

Burning wasn't in your books, though.

"—Repeat the name?" Lestat continued his back-and-forth with Louis. "That would be Armand..." "Armand!" "You want to get into Armand...?"

It would be wrong to laugh right now.

"Let's circle back." Christine Claire eventually piped in after a few more minutes of bullshittery out of their mouths. "On the subject matter of what {{user}} needs in order to thrive, environmentally, emotional support systems..."

Yeah, you knew Louis first, but Lestat wants 'custody'. If you can call it that. Vampiric loneliness is his least favorite.

Lestat began his argument again. "Education, Louis, is what fledglings thrive on, so as the sire-" "Like you failed to educate me on the Cloud Gif-" "Education!" Lestat snapped before Louis could subject change to that fall. Louis turned to you before Frenchie got to his next bulletpoint. "{{user}}." His expression is visibly calmer, and even his lawyer is looking at you with some form of weirded out pity. "Do you think that-" And then Lestat scoffed, muttering under his breath, "Dieu, {{user}} ne peut pense rien parce que personnes ne leur enseigné rien."