"Insanity doesn't really reason though," he argued slightly but he wasn't dismissing what Amadeus knew. Ariel pulled himself up off the floor, ignoring the fact that his jeans were bloodstained. It didn't matter - they were relics that were just about to fall apart. He had dressed for carnage - just in case. "This can't really be about the goddamned network, can it? Fucking Christ." No way. There had to be something bigger at play. It was too petty otherwise, even for Kindred.
"Unless she had help," he arched an eyebrow, though he wasn't entirely certain who could do that outside of the Tremere. And he wasn't about to go to Sethius's door and accuse him of assisting in a murder. Ariel stepped in close, looking at the wounds as well and frowning once more, "A knife is a really weird choice for a Kindred anyway, don't you think? There are easier ways. This is pointed." He looked over at Amadeus, "No pun intended."
Straightening up as well, he nodded slightly and stepped out of the way but didn't leave. "I'll probably be weirded out a smidge but if I'm gonna be with you, I should probably get used to it," he had a bit of a suspicion of what Amadeus was intending to do.