[There's an objective point there, if indeed the worlds are gone, but Anders has never had the pleasure of being saved by anyone or anything before— he's not entirely inclined to believe it now, that some force - this Yima woman - has saved any of them. Put them into a different, slower-paced catastrophe, maybe.

So there's that. He likes even less the idea that they're all sitting on their thumbs waiting for some Oracles to appear.]

It's our lives, [he says, halfway distracted, because "story" is an odd way to phrase that. Then,] Sitting around waiting for our rescuers is going to get us all killed. I hope you and everyone else at this damned party know that.

[Said with all the conviction and frustration of genuine belief in that fact, at least, regardless of how sure he is about the fate of all their worlds.]

If we aren't dragged into fighting over these Oracles, if they don't turn up, it's us who will be blamed. What then? Run away back to the big tree?