[ Break nods, but that nod is more to the idea that Rhys's stupid metal arm weighs far more than he had been expecting. As simple as that gesture seemed, it was a bit too much exertion when he wasn't prepared for it. It gets his smile to turn a bit wider and more clownish, but since it's not accompanied with ruining someone's life, it's easy enough to guess that it's a mask for whatever Break is really feeling here, as it always is.

For a few moments, he just sips his tea in silence. ]

Mmm, no, it's not. It's not quite related to the matter of you losing your memories, but I seems fair enough that this would be included.

[ He shifts, uncomfortable, but in a different way. Even if Break was fatalistic at times, confronting his own mortality was still something that was just as alarming (and frustrating) for him as it would be for anyone else. Perhaps moreso, since he had already done so once before and come out a very different man. This time, there wouldn't be any coming back.

Even if he was proud (if nothing else, those cards were certainly correct in that respect), he doesn't want to confront this truth directly. Ahh, the thought of that makes him feel especially old. ]

I'm fairly certain that I don't have much longer. Even without being able to summon Mad Hatter, the damage is already done. [ He pauses again. ] If we're only killing two or three people a week, and we need to get down to seven... It could be a problem.