[ Their uncertainty compliments each other, since really, Break had more to say than this. There's a point to him admitting this at all, because why would it be anything but that? For how upset Gilbert was about not knowing about "Kevin," this was tecnically a secret that he'd held on his shoulders much more tightly. Not even the Rainsworths knew just how the Mad Hatter ate away at Break's life. He never wanted them to. So admitting this has a purpose, as it always does with Break. He'd never admit something sentimental without a reason.

But it's difficult for him, even if he speaks rather smoothly. It's something he's been considering ever since he had lost his grip on his cane a few days ago, but it's taken just as many days of mulling it over to get to this point. His grip on his knitting needle relaxes, and he just sits back against the fluffed up pillows of his bed. He's trying to think of how to get to his point, since even saying this much has him feeling almost drained, but the thought pauses when he feels words traced out on his hand. ]

Ah, well... No, they could still kill me. [ Which he doesn't sound upset about at all. Predictably, he's totally ready to fight them... ] But that's predictable. I know what will happen in that case.

[ Though his wording there makes it seem like he may know a bit more about these murders than he's letting on. He doesn't ask for clarification or seem surprised by Gilbert asking about sins, and his answer implies knowledge that demons are behind the murders. ]

I don't know what happens if someone dies- [ He pauses, then shrugs awkwardly ] naturally.