“Lestat, if you need me—” Armand said. “If this being tries to take you by force!” “Why do you care about me?” I asked. “After all the bad things I did to you? Why?” “Oh, don’t be such a fool,” he begged gently. “You convinced me long ago that the world was a Savage Garden. Remember your old poetry? You said the only laws that were true were aesthetic laws, that was all you could count on.” “Yes,
