John 14:2...

"In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?"

Toady smacked his hands together, dirt and stone dust falling off of them, as he sat back satisfied with the work he had done.  He eyed a stack of books, most now filled with the knowledge he had pieced together over the last 150 years. He picked a single one up at random and laughed at the title, hand embossed, on the front cover...

"Michael, the asshole he was, and the assholes he spawned..."

Toady took his time and figured it was fitting that this would be the first one he placed on a shelf.  He chose a prominent position for it and the two chapters that followed, a place where one's eyes naturally fell, half intended to prove a point to visitors...

"No knowledge is useless knowledge..."

He had said it a thousand times to thousands of different Cainites... They never truly understood what he had meant by it.  For one to be effective as a soldier of Caine, one could not simply thrown themself at a threat.  Understanding it, and understanding oneself, that was the first true step... So many useless wastes in his history started flooding his consciousness, lives lost not to threats to the sect, but rather to a misunderstanding of self...

He looked down one of the hallways shooting off of this central room, one heading south west, a direction of untamed self-discovery in his eyes, and lamented the passing of one of his most beloved allies.  Trying to reason with him now was all but a lost cause, for death brings to a being a certain sense of knife-point focus on agenda and cause... This isn't the way it was meant to be... This isn't the way he was told his story would unfold...

"To know yourself is the most powerful weapon you will ever wield..."

That dick... His sire was never wrong, and never right... He just was, and like all preachers and soothe-sayers if the words he spoke were equally vague and personal, they'd eventually ring true...

Order had to be given to the system, and over the decades the search fo that order had driven Toady to his limit... Seven hallways, it was kind of poetic... One act, seven transgressions... One unlife ressurected out of the fire of true sin...

Yeah, he was a dick, but nothing could be said against his taste in statements made on morality...  He recalled a clanmate saying once "There's nothing black and white with you two..." The most true AND false statement he had ever heard made in his presence...

God, it's going to be a glorious day... A day spent in reflection and study... No more dealing with the abhorrent failings of the structure around him...

Praise be to Caine, in the house my father built...