[Hold the phone, a dwhat. Anders gives him a look that is, in a phrase, completely boggled; who is putting demons in people's hands or other various parts? He would have noticed that, and that it's the leopard being referred to here does not occur to him at all. Demons!]

I try not to think about the rock.

[Don't ask him where his rock is, it's embarrassing. He waves a hand, like, enough about the rocks-and-or-demons-what-the-fuck, let's move past those for now. Instead, he frowns; there is a note there that feels... unaware of its own privilege to press on. Anders is no stranger to the kind of circumstances that would make a person give up entirely; he knows full well the reasons so many of his people simply give up and settle for "still breathing," no matter how much he disagrees.

Recent events have given him cause to realize he's something of an outlier when it comes to forcing circumstances to give him a choice, but that isn't-- well--]

Do you think people who keep their heads down do it because they're weak? Anyone she's gotten to needs to be liberated, not abandoned.

[Like, he'll talk shit about the blind loyalty, but that's an entirely different caliber of follower. Zealots can catch these fireballs, full stop.]