Antonin made his announcement just as she sat down in the chair across the table from his. Something in his voice sounded off. She wasn't sure exactly what it was, only that he didn't sound like himself. The stress of the impending demise of their master and the uncertainty of what would happen afterwards was getting to him. Part of her felt the tiniest hint of sympathy. Immediately, she squashed that thinking. He was the one who got himself into that mess. He could learn to deal with the consequences.