"What is it with ancient fuckin' beings and all their plots and prophecies and plans?" he asks, the question rhetorical, as he thinks of Odin. The man may not have been evil, but he sure as shit hadn't been good either. No gods are.

Sweeney counts himself among those, not good or bad, just... there. Sometimes one, sometimes the other. Less a pain in the ass than most, at least, so he counts himself lucky in that regard.

"So did you save your prince?" he asks. And now he's thinking of Laura. She had been about as far as one might get from a princess, but he'd loved her anyway. Hadn't saved her, as it turns out.