The Sheriff had taken all the words right out of his mouth. He gestured towards Amadeus with an expression of 'exactly that'. "One thing I can tell you about is being alone as Kindred when you're new," his jaw tensed, "It's... a fucking nightmare. I was alone for years never even knowing what I was, barely surviving. You don't have to do that." Time had blurred then. He couldn't put a number on it. It had all been about hiding and feeding on whatever he could get. Rhys didn't have to subject himself to the pain.
But that had been the tradition, hadn't it? And then he'd found his mentor. It had become clear. But damn, he had done some damage without knowing. He was lucky to be alive. As much as he wanted to step outside, get some air, he didn't move.