Ariel wasn't even half that age including the years he'd lived as kine and he was already forgetting. Was it the curse of the Gangrel? Always so close to their beast; the creature living just under their skin and waiting to burst forth at the first chance. He looked at his hands. The claws had vanished but he knew they'd been there just moments ago. And the eyes and the teeth would never fade. How long before he didn't look like himself anymore? How many times would he have to give in?
"It wasn't the Gangrel way to give anyone guidance. You got turned and dumped and you lived or you died. There wasn't anyone there to tell me what I had become or why I had been picked. I just can't seem to stop fighting tooth and claw for my humanity because of it," he lifted his gaze to Amadeus's eyes, held them, "I don't want to lose. I can't lose." And may God and the saints and the angels strike him the fuck down if he ever did.
He laughed miserably, shaking his head as he finally looked away, "Probably not what you were expecting after our last conversation." Inject levity. Pretend it wasn't as heavy as it fucking was. Move on. Ignore it. That was the best option, right?