If it wasn't one ghost then it was the other...If his mind hadn't been swirling with the thoughts of his impending doom, Anders might have conjured some theory about madness and ethereal social dynamics. Just as he had made some progress with Yuri, he had lost his footing with Fubuki. Of course his scholarly pursuits were now the last thing on his mind, anyway. Right now, he just wanted to be out of this room.
Fubuki's power was not a surprise to him, he had felt all of it when she saved him from Yuri's wrath. He only realized that the notion that he might be able to avoid any triggers with Fubuki was unfounded. Sure, she was the most powerful ghost he had ever come across and there was much to learn, here, but the reality was this: it simply wasn't worth the risk. Inviting a situation to which one could react was one thing. Trying to avoid the cascade of events that would lead directly to one's death was something entirely different. Anders had let himself linger in a situation where his only option was to predict the actions of a crazy person.
He had let his scholarly obsessions cloud his judgment and now he desperately wanted out of here. "Funny," Anders morbidly mused in silence. "I suspected that I might need to get out of here. I should have listened to my better judgment."
Anders had absolutely no sense of loyalty to the nuit. It was simply survival. Though this was a chance meeting, Anders would have sought out Fubuki anyway; it was not for apathy, it was for self-preservation that Anders had no qualms about revealing Isolde's identity. Furthermore, he didn't feel the compulsion to qualify her decision. Anders was not Isolde's ambassador and he wasn't going to act as such in front of the psychotic personality which had manifested before him. He wouldn't explain that it was only because Isolde cared or because she had wanted the best for Fubuki.
"Her name is Isolde, she is a nuit." Most importantly, Anders felt that he needed his answers to be as short and as bland as possible. He had to give Fubuki as little, as possible, to use as emotional fuel for a reaction. There was a fine line between curt and brief and Anders would have to walk this line unswervingly. Without sounding rude, he wanted to answer Fubuki's questions and say nothing else.
There was another concern here, a terrifyingly obvious one. Fubuki could, just as easily, kill the ethaefal for the cowardice of revealing Isolde's identity. Whether through a contempt for disloyalty or just sheer madness, she could always turn right around and slay him after his response. This could all be some sort of sick, confusing test in her disturbed little mind.
His skin turning shiny with worrisome, anxious beads of sweat and his breaths growing betrayingly shallow and rapid, he tightly closed his eyes...winced and answered Fubuki's charge.