Claudia's eyes are sparkling with excitement as the conversation goes on. It's wonderful to have someone who understands her. Who doesn't look at her with the hesitance that Louis did, who doesn't view her as a child the way Lestat always did. This person, this Root, she's seeing Claudia in a light that Claudia hasn't ever been seen in before.
It's nice.
"Some people are scum," Claudia simply responds, with a little shrug. "I'm not gonna say some grand statement of humanity or whatever. But that's just what it is. And I ain't gonna pretend like I haven't drained people who aren't scum before," says the person who's drained a lot of people who weren't scum, "but someone who ain't scum is going to have someone who asks questions. And there's a lot more people asking questions these days."
Frankly, it's rude that she can't just dump a body in the bayou and let the gators take care of it anymore.
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It's nice.
"Some people are scum," Claudia simply responds, with a little shrug. "I'm not gonna say some grand statement of humanity or whatever. But that's just what it is. And I ain't gonna pretend like I haven't drained people who aren't scum before," says the person who's drained a lot of people who weren't scum, "but someone who ain't scum is going to have someone who asks questions. And there's a lot more people asking questions these days."
Frankly, it's rude that she can't just dump a body in the bayou and let the gators take care of it anymore.