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[gradationsofevil]

[ Armand is accustomed to the delay in these texts. It's the quirk of this modern way of speaking - to spill sentences at a time, and yet have an artificial separation between paragraphs. It's unlike spoken word and written novels all at once, a beast unto itself.

And after those first two texts, Armand is feeling quite certain that his own sire is unique. Marius adored him, and he adored Marius. It's as simple as that - has to be. He remembers finally seeing him again after centuries of being left alone, after Marius' assumed death, and how the anger had coalesced into something hard and clear.

Armand had thought it like a diamond, as he'd hugged his sire for the first time in centuries.

Now, he reads Ambrose's texts and is, perhaps, weak in this moment of missing his old Master, because he reads and he thinks he sees a mirror. ]

We had strikingly similar sires, then. The difference is that mine did not betray me as yours did. He has not diminished my love for him. [ Are these words still true, of course, is a matter Armand will have to wrestle with as he moves on through this world, newly awakened to the idea of being able to construct his own opinions. ]

Many aged vampires perish by their own hands. Eternity is not for everyone. Of all the things the Children of Darkness told lies for, the concept of being picky with who to give the Dark Gift to was wise. Vampires as old as I are rare - and yet ones your age are nearly rarer still, now that everyone has slowed down in passing on their gifts.

It seems you and I may be in agreement, that we won't pass ours on.