Blinks in surprise as Kanrya leaps to his defense... with a bat. "Whoa, whoa. Calm down there darlin'. You can't force people to change their votes, not when it is important. And threats often backfire." A warm hand pets her hair idly, while he plucks the bat out of her hand with the other and tosses it away.
"Everyone will have to vote their feelings, though when they lynch me and find out that I'm just a normal person, they'll wish they had listed to you, Kanrya. Someone here owes me her life, after all." A soft, tired sigh escapes him then, and he settles back into a battered wicker chair that groans under his weight. "Then again, I do suppose that my usefulness is at an end. I can't very well save the life of another bleeding victim, can I Saku? Not that I think you'll remember. It was all very traumatic."
Calloused, rough hands spread then as he murmurs, "Do what you have to do."