No one else truly cared. Certainly not any other Kindred. Many didn't have the capacity. The rest were in it for the same reason he was. While most fledglings knew enough of the court to avoid offending standing members, their education of the inner workings likely varied from clan to clan.
Joseph smiled gently at Rhys. "I know, love," he admitted, brushing a curl from Rhys' temple. "It's your nature. Now you understand my concern for you and why I insisted Bruno drive you and wait until you were ready to return. He's been by my side for decades. He well knows the dangers and my blood makes him stronger than many Kindred."
He leaned forward. "This is another reason I desire you close," Joseph explained. "Not only because I adore you. But also so I can protect you. You have been Embraced during a time of great unrest. Elders are being Beckoned to fight for the Antediluvians. The time of Thin Blood is upon us. In our mythology, the end of the world is called Gehenna. These prophesized times are upon us. It is a time for caution, but also for change and opportunity. I will fight the end with every drop of blood I have. And I will not turn away the gift Fate has given me. What we love gives us strength. Especially in the worst of times."