Lestat turned his head toward her, and he stopped walking.
"You said you read all of my books," he teased. "You know the answer to that."
But then, because he was Lestat, and because he loved to talk about himself, he continued.
"I've seen the system at work. I've been to Hell. And it was... it was terrifying. But not for the reasons you might think."
It wasn't fire and torture. It was that his victims were there. All there. All waiting...
"I know that God knows I exist. That things like me exist. And I think that those particular rules apply to human beings, not to us. I know our origins, and those don't matter. Nothing should expect us not to kill." He shrugged. "It's what we are. I studied to be a priest when I was a human, and if you'd asked me then if the wolves I hunted were exempt from the Ten Commandments, I'd have told you they were. They're predators."