"It's all right. You didn't know." And that was the point. It was the not-knowing that was going to hurt so many. He doesn't like it, but there's nothing he can do at this point. This is what it means to be near him. Pain. And a pain none of them asked for, as well.

Anders takes a breath, trying to regain a better mood.

"I'm sorry," he finally says. "I don't mean to be bad company. And an eight-hour break between consuming anything and the trying itself should be fine. Otherwise I think you've got everything you need."