[ Lestat listens to that explanation, and gives him a few befuddled blinks in return. He finally lets go of his chin, retracting his hands and instead folding them almost politely on his crossed legs. He looks the picture of a gentleman, which is kind of what he is if you ignore the whole.. feeds on human blood part of his whole operation. ]

I don't know what you mean by this dusks, but the other thing you speak of is something I can relate to in some way.

[ He supposes it's story time. And why not -- they're in a strange place, away from most things that are familiar, sitting around a slowly dying campfire, with nothing better to do. And Lestat does love to talk about himself. ]

When given the dark gift in order to become a vampire a soul must be strong enough not to give in to the swoon and die themselves. They must want immortality enough, have a strong enough sense of self, to be able to hover at the precipice before death in order to become what I am.

[ He talks about it with a strangely enchanted look on his face, like an actual weirdo, then turns his intense and bright-eyed attention on Demyx once more. ]

This must mean you are strong of soul in the same way you would need to be to become a vampire. You are one of these things without a heart, yet you are strong. This Darkness must be a very powerful ability, indeed.

[ He glances at Demyx's throat and the jugular vein there. Just, y'know, browsing. ]