"Call it a hunch, if you like. But you are." To Lestat at least. He'd learned by now to recongize others like himself, even when they weren't vampires, per se.

Though this one, young as he may be, had clearly suffered. "Nothing without risk, that is true. Sometimes you fly, sometimes your wings burn and throw you from the sky." That was more or less how that story went, wasn't it? Lestat shrugged a shoulder. "If you're fortunate you have the chance to scrape yourself off the ground and try again."

And in a fit of something damned near compassion (Lestat so often meant well, after all, it just got twisted up) he added. "I'm sorry, that what you found was pain."