He had to move on. It would be hard but he'd spent so little time with his sire after he'd been embraced. As much as he continued to put Henry up on a pedestal and had basically worshiped him, he hadn't been there these past five months. Logically, he knew this, but emotionally? When the cold numbness of shock and magic wore off, how would he feel? Would he cry again, rant and scream and push everything away to be alone in his grief? It was possible, but he had the feeling a certain Brujah wouldn't be letting go of him.
Leaning forward, the younger of the two Tremeres tucked his chin into Joseph's shoulder, his arms mostly at his sides. He caught that look, the eyebrow raise. While the Chantry, and Sethius, might be able to teach things that Amadeus couldn't, he would lose all he had. That might tempt some, but he knew better. His mentor, Mab, even Ariel, had given him something he could never expect from the Chantry or Primogen. To the three of them, he was like the child who had fucked up majorly but had started to grow up and prove himself worth the effort. If he chose the other way? Not only would he lose his family, he'd lose his freedom and the man he loved. Even numb, he could understand that.