It was clear from his lack of reaction that Amadeus cared little about what happened to the sofa—or any of the furniture really—his eyes staying on Ariel instead. He watched as the other Kindred tried to gain some semblance of control while at the same time letting what was bothering him pour out.
"I have found that for us there is no going back. Unlike the kine, our memories of what was stay the same while they move on and the world changes around us. Even as we reinvent ourselves, we'll always be the ones who remember," he pointed out before calmly sitting down in one of the chairs.
Amadeus didn't know enough about Ariel to know the extent of the struggles he had faced but he could make an educated guess from what he did know. "I'm not going to sit here and pretend to relate to what you went through in this country—this city—like some would. I didn't know real struggle like that. What I do know is what it's like to have your history made a mockery of. There are 1500-years worth of history in the monstery where I grew up and spent my mortal life. It still stands which is a feat in itself and it's a given that anything that old becomes a tourist attraction for the kine. But in recent years they have not only trademarked the name but have basically franchised it all by opening branches around the world." He had to get give a snort at that and shake his head. "We spent hours every day honing our bodies and minds into weapons through our art and they think what? A couple of hours a week is going to make Karen into a master of it?"
He had never been one to hide his past, but Amadeus also didn't make a habit of reminding people of it either. Those who did know had a habit of tending to forget that he didn't need his magic to put you in a world of hurt and he knew the way he dressed and acted on top of being a Tremere had a lot to do with that.