Window to the past
@beautifulsavagegarden continued from here (x)
Nicolas shook his head as she offered him the box. "What would I do with it? Where would I put it? Carry it with me, just a box floating through the world, when I am not always more than a voice or a thought myself? It is not my theater anymore, and I have no use for it." She did. She could use it for it's mundane purpose, or to summon him, apparently. "Keep it, throw it in the sea, burn it, it's yours."
He wasn't sure what allowed him to touch things or not. Most of the world was intangible to him. Some places always felt a little more real- familiar places, like the theater or the catacombs, or the room he had shared with Lestat, while it survived. He had the odd conviction that he could always hold a violin, but had never needed to test the hypothesis- he could conjure one for himself from thin air. Maybe it was things that were his, whatever that meant. More instinct than fact.
"I did" he said plainly. He had been the favored son, not the only one. He was sure his siblings resented how he had thrown out the status and privilege is parents kept trying to burden him with. "But I was never a very good older brother. are you sure you want my counsel?"