He wishes he could be a part of the meetings, but at least he still has a part to play, even if it's mostly unseen. ...Or he has a part to play if he survives this. That bit's fairly crucial.

Anders reaches over and gently urges the cat away from Adelaide's drink, rubbing the underside of his chin as a distraction as he waits for clarification about the options. When none immediately follow, Anders looks up from Remi.

"That bad, then?" It's not really a question. He can't expect another sing-a-long. "Well. Maybe this one will be the one that works."

It takes work to keep his voice on the lighter side. He doesn't want to die, but the signs do not point toward good things. But there aren't any options. He can't live like this, a constant threat to those around him. Those around him don't deserve it.

"Is there an actual betting pool on the outcome?" That's... not as funny as he'd been hoping it would be.