Honestly, Rhys wished someone had warned him that certain things could be heightened after being embraced and so far - anxiety was at the top of that list. Then again, if a stranger were to look at his life from their point of view, would they see the reason immediately? Would they understand just how sharp it dug into his chest? Thank anyone listening he didn't have to breathe anymore, he'd be blue permanently at this point. Or, at least, that's just how he felt. Ask for help from the person who was supposed to protect the city's kindred? Life threatened. Missing sire? Life threatened. Wake up in the morning? He was fine.
No, just kidding, life threatened.
It wouldn't end until he fully proved himself to not only his new teacher but to anyone who looked at him. This wasn't exactly what he had signed up for when he had agreed to Henry embracing him into this life. It wasn't a ride into the sunset moment, but it wasn't exactly hell either. Not that he wanted a perfect ending. All Rhys Green wanted at this point was just to survive and not have to worry about that the next morning. He wanted to read, to learn, to become something great like his sire was. When did that all kick in?
Stopping still yet another strange street corner, the baby Tremere pulled out the little burner phone he had managed to get, only to find it was dead. Of course it was. There was a brief moment where he just wanted to chuck it into traffic but he held back, knowing that in the long run, it wouldn't be worth it. But he wanted to. Shoving it back into his pocket, he let his fingers rest on the little trinket there before going to rub his long fingers together. He'd come this far, he should be able to find where he was going by now, right? Alone without a map?
Sharp thorns digging into him again, he looked up, only to snag the sight of a very pale person looking towards him. At him. Oh, that probably wasn't good. One hand came up to tug at the edge of his hood, trying to pull it over his face a little more. This had been a really bad idea. He was lost without a plan and people could see him - who, for some reason, he knew were kindred or not. Maybe it was just an inkling? Should he ask for directions? The corner of his mouth disappeared as he chewed on it, careful not to cut it up again with his fang. One step in front of another, that's all it took. Was he more nervous about them talking to him or ignoring him?