armand's version of reality is so lonely. either he gives himself completely to another person or he has no one and everyone else is just part of the sea of noise he can't cut through to reach the individual. armand going to the concert with two followers he doesn't exchange a single spoken word with. armand surrounded by his coven members, listening to their petty squabbles, directing, commanding, even sleeping with them but never connecting in a way that matters. armand giving himself completely to the people he loves, including his past, his submission, his utter devotion. creating these dichotomies between the people he has to rule over and therefore resents and the people who rule over him and he therefore worships.

















