Was anything he was saying making a difference in whether or not he stayed alive past tonight? There were so many mistakes he had made, he had to wonder if anything he could say would out weigh them. Henry had believed him useful but maybe that was only after the weeks and months he had known him, watching him study as much as he had, only to never be inspired. Rhys had never given up on finding new things to try and be interested in, all of them laying in books instead of something more physical like his father and brothers.
Good, at least they would find him, alive or dead. Would there be a way to identify him, if he became little more than ashes to float away on the wind? Or would he be forever missing?
Why he'd left? Rhys barely had a moment to try and truly think about it before a finger was hooked under his chin, forcing the younger kindred to look up into eyes he hadn't wanted to look into this deeply. The motion wasn't something that was unknown to him, his parents did it sometimes, mostly his father, and muscle memory demand he tense up, even as he tried not to. It was dumb to show more fear, he knew that, but at this point, he didn't think it mattered all that much. He'd shown so much emotion already, so much cowardice. There was a moment where he thought he should pull away and take a step back, out of that gaze, but there was really no point. It wasn't a hold but it might as well have been.
"H-He only said he'd be gone a night or two. He seemed... excited about something, a letter he'd gotten." Of course, he'd taken that with him so he'd never gotten the chance to read it. If he had, he could have said it word for word. "Henry seemed sure I would be okay for that long by myself." If the mess downstairs said anything about it, he hadn't really been, but Rhys had done his very best to clean up the spilled blood. "He talks too fast sometimes." Looking to the side a little, so he wasn't looking directly into Amadeus' eyes, he chewed on the corner of his mouth, more gently than he used to. Man, was he tired at this point. It wasn't close to dawn, as long as he'd been out and now here, but it felt close to the sensation.