He had kind of hoped they would talk about literally anything else, as he didn't know what to do with all of that, but the older kindred continued. As it continued, Rhys' lips parted a bit, green eyes a little wide, unable to look away. What even was he supposed to say to all of that? It was a complete one eighty from the way he normally thought of himself lately. He hadn't even said all that much? It wasn't all negative, he'd had compliments before, but lately, he'd drug himself deep down.
"To be f-fair, some of that need to serve is.. self centered." To keep himself alive. Not to be a waste of talent, time, space, on and on. But he'd always been like that, before. To his mother and teachers, hadn't he? None of them had threatened to take him out back, as a joke or otherwise. He couldn't still feel any of their hands around his throat.