"Well, I'll end up on the losing side of a war. Or I'll fall defending Amber. Or I'll get back into politics and be assassinated...
Hell, might even crash Jabberwock one day. Something dangerous, something I lived with knowing it was dangerous, and something that ultimately ends things. It might be a brother."

He considers, calmly.

"It'll probably be a brother. Our games bring out the best and the worst and are the very brightest sort of candles for us moths. That'll probably be what kills me. Though I am an awfully good gambler."