Joseph maintained his posh British accent and charming manner partially for show. He'd lived longer in both France and America than his native England. But like many Kindred who were closer to human than monster, he was still very much as he'd been in life. Just a cleverer, less useless and self-absorbed version.
He sincerely hoped the Ivory Tower would take this as a wake-up call. That was two Elysiums in the city that been destroyed in a month. One from each sect. There was a chance the Anarchs had blamed the Camarilla for the raid on their sanctuary and this had been revenge. But it was clumsy one and was more likely to cause a dangerous shadow war that would increase their vulnerability to the Second Inquisition. With silence from the court from everyone but himself and Micah, it was impossible to even guess how the events would play out.
As Rhys leaned into him, Joseph tightened his arms around his lover. "I know, love," he murmured. "But I had to. Not only because of duty. Anastasia was a friend. I've known her since I came to New York. For that reason alone, I had to go." Unfortunately, the Keeper of Elysium had died doing her duty. It was one of the worst parts of this horrific tragedy.