Lestat's face grew dark when Maggie mentioned it. On that day, he'd, for once, been glad he wasn't a human being. He wanted no part of that kind of terror--or the way it was handled in the aftermath. He saluted those that had helped, the firemen, the soldiers... but the politics and the policies...
He was glad vampires did not handle things in those ways. He preferred Maharet's chains to such bullshit.
He nodded. "Yes. I remember 9/11. Many of us were glued to our television sets."
It went unsaid, but by 'us,' he meant vampires of his ilk. The Coven of the Articulate.
He gave Maggie a wry smile, just one side of his mouth smiling. A fang was now visible. "Politics are incredibly shitty everywhere, ma chere," he said. "Don't mistake it for one place or another. Though to be very honest I don't much follow things here, and to an extent, human laws don't exactly apply. Were I to start following the Ten Commandments, the earth might stand still, I would eventually starve, the the City would be much more full of crime."
Certainly she knew that by and large, he chose to feed on people willingly. She'd read the books, she said. And when not willingly, Lestat's victims were generally scum. They were abusers, they were drug dealers, they were murderers. They were people the world would not miss.
He watched and waited for them, when he was hungry.
"Hannibal may be able to tell you more of politics," Lestat said. "My friend has much more of a connection to humanity. Ironically."