Amadeus had remembered what it had been like when Marisol had first Embraced him. Considering his whole life had been spent in a monastery he didn't have possessions and at first had been beholden to her for everything. Looking back he had to wonder if that had been part of the draw for her considering she had left once he had started to find his footing and discovered what the world had to offer.
Which was just as well considering what had happened to Marisol later on.
"It doesn't have to be a thing. I know nowadays that's what you kids consider of value is your objects and some Kindred's touchstones are objects but not all of us have a physical one. Our attachments are to other things. To this day I still go through the same practice and mediation that I did while I was alive." Of course, he didn't spend as long doing it as he did back then but the hour a night that he did do it was enough to keep him in practice and grounded. Or as ground as a Tremere his age could get.
"For some of us, all we have to show for our lives is the none physical. A native language. A name. A song that we remember. You'll find yours. Sooner or later something will speak to you."