There was a joke there about the meticulous butler and how he'd take care of everything if that were to happen on castle grounds, but he wasn't sure how well dark humour in a second language would go over with an impressionable young man so he let it slip.

"Yes." He knew the feeling. That feeling was precisely why, for many years, he'd entertain fantasies of dying Outside and nobody would give a damn or even know that he'd lived and and cried and laughed and loved and died, all in what felt like a span of a breath.

"We'll take care of you. Dead or alive."