I don't know what I hate more. The fact you're actually a vampire or the fact there was nothing I could do to stop you or Lestat from it happening. I'm lost for words. I can't breathe, and everything hurts. He'd better fucking take really good care of you or there'll be hell to pay, Cooks. I swear it.
“… Alex? Who told you?
Lestat was trying to take care of me, alright? He’s trying and this seemed to be the fittest way to do that. Don’t fucking dare hold a grudge against him, please. It’s going to ruin you, Alex. As for hell to pay, I know. He probably knows it as well as I do if something happens to me…
I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry it had to be this way. I’m sorry you couldn’t save my life again. I’m sorry that you’re hurting…
I just— I couldn’t run, you know? I just couldn’t. And my head hurted and everything was so fucking fast! I didn’t know what the fuck was happening until it started to happen! I didn’t want it to happen, please believe that. I really didn’t want to but… It seemed as though I already accepted death the minute I saw Lestat again and I didn’t know it was going to be this soon. None of us did.
Please just try to calm down. It’s not good for you.
Larry can’t know any of this shit, okay? Not until I tell him.
God knows he’s going to go and get a machete. Shit will go down.
And Alex? Know that I love you, man. I really fucking do. Thanks for taking care of me all these years, okay?”