Lacie's hand on him slows, slightly. She had known it, but knowing something and hearing it spoken allowed by someone so deeply upset by it is another thing. She bows her head, and is silent for a long stretch. She can't contradict him, doesn't even try. After all, everything he's said is true.

It's hard knowledge. But that's what Baskervilles specialize in, isn't it?

"You know," she says, softly. "He and I, we knew for twenty years that I was going to be killed, that he was the one who was going to kill me. Glen told us, when we were children, the first day he took us in. We couldn't change it. We hated it. And we lived with it."

She glances at Kevin, her eyes somber.

"It's what you do, when you're a Baskerville. You're one of us, now. So, this is what you have to live with. And when he comes back, you'll be there for him. And so will I, and so will the others. And we'll make the best of the worst situation."

She sighs, softly.

"It's what we do. It's all we can do."