For once, Lestat was listening, sure he could have just called it all lies and gone and sulked calming not to sulk but he didn't he stood there, crossing his arms listening to the ghost from his past. A ghost all too real. "I did...I did love you Nicolas. If not for you I would not be the vampire before you. Our conversation shaped my life, took me from nothing to Paris. What else would I have become without you?" He felt like Louis in that moment.. and something was so wrong about that.

"...That is not true. You shined, Nicki, you shined like no one else before Armand got his hands on you." Blame Armand, thats worked well for ages.