#Armand tells Daniel to go as vehemently as he begs Lestat stay

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First Impressions - Fear, Madness and Armand: Lestat with Armand in The Vampire Lestat vs. Daniel with Armand in Queen of the Damned

I couldn't think. Pages turning, paper crinkling. Soft sound of the newspaper dropping to the floor. Go back to the tower at once. I went to pass the library quickly, when without warning Armand's soundless voice shot out and stopped me. It was like a hand touching my throat. (TVL)

The fourth night, Daniel had awakened and known at once that someone or something was in the room. The door lay open to a passage. Water was flowing somewhere fast as if in a deep underground sewer. Slowly his eyes grew accustomed to the dirty greenish light from the doorway and then he saw the pale white-skinned figure standing against the wall. (QotD)

I turned and saw him staring at me. Do you love them, your silent children? Do they love you? That was what he asked, the sense disentangling itself from an endless echo. (TVL)

The voice had been gentle with a trace of an accent. Not European; something sharper yet softer at the same time. Arabic or Greek perhaps, that kind of music. The words were slow and without anger. "Get out. Take your tapes with you. They are there beside you. I know of your book. No one will believe it." (QotD)

I felt the blood rise to my face. The heat spread out over me like a mask as I looked at him. All the books in the room were now on the floor. He was a haunt standing in the ruins, a visitant from the devil he believed in. (TVL)

Then you won't kill me. And you won't make me one of you either. Desperate, stupid thoughts, but Daniel couldn't stop them. He had seen the power! No lies, no cunning here. And he'd felt himself crying, so weakened by fear and hunger, reduced to a child. (QotD)

Yet Armand's face was so tender, so young. The Dark Trick never brings love, you see, it brings only the silence. (TVL)

"Make you one of us?" The accent thickened, giving a fine lilt to the words. "Why would I do that?" Eyes narrowing. "I would not do that to those whom I find to be despicable, whom I would see burning in hell as a matter of course. So why should I do it to an innocent fool - like you?" (QotD)

His voice seemed softer in its soundlessness, clearer, the echo dissipated. We used to say it was Satan's will, that the master and the fledgling not seek comfort in each other. It was Satan who had to be served, after all. (TVL)

"You will go mad in time from this knowledge. That's what always happens. But you're not mad yet." No. This is real, it's all happening. You're Armand and we're talking together. And I'm not mad. "Yes. And I find it rather interesting... interesting that you know my name and that you're alive. I have never told my name to anyone who is alive." Armand hesitated. "I don't want to kill you. Not just now."(QotD)

Every word penetrated me. Every word was received by a secret, humiliating curiosity and vulnerability. But I refused to let him see this. Angrily I said: "What do you want of me?" It was shattering something to speak. I was feeling more fear of him at this moment than ever during earlier battles and arguments, and I hate those who make me feel fear, those who know things that I need to know, who have that power over me. "It is like not knowing how to read, isn't it? " Armand said aloud. "You're taking these things from my mind..." I said. I was appalled.(TVL)

Daniel had felt the first touch of fear. If you looked closely enough at these beings you could see what they were. It had been the same with Louis. No, they weren't living. They were ghastly imitations of the living. And this one, the gleaming manikin of a young boy! "I am going to let you leave here," Armand had said. So politely, softly. "I want to follow you, watch you, see where you go. As long as I find you interesting, I won't kill you. And of course, I may lose interest altogether and not bother to kill you. That's always possible. You have hope in that." (QotD)

Armand was speaking again, but in silence. They never satisfy you, the ones you make. In silence the estrangement and the resentment only grow. I willed myself to move but I wasn't moving. I was merely looking at him as he went on. You long for me and I for you, and we alone in all this realm are worthy of each other. Don't you know this? "This is madness," I whispered. "Is it madness?" he asked. "Go then to your silent ones." (TVL)

"And maybe with luck I'll lose track of you. I have my limitations, of course. You have the world to roam, and you can move by day. Go now. Start running. I want to see what you do, I want to know what you are." (QotD)