I tasted the blood. I knew it was his. Why, I thought. Claudia is dead. I was dead. I was dead. But my rage. My rage had risen. Followed closely behind by my madness.
Daniel: Are they still there right now? In your feet? Louis: If you took an x-ray, they'd look like little cancers. Armand: He could remove them anytime he wanted to. Daniel: Or maybe he has, and he's been lying to you all these years for effect.