"Yeah," Sweeney answers. "There's always someone who gets lost in the process."

It's the shit eating truth of it all, that this world eats people up and spits them out, and when you tangle with gods, usually against your fucking will, because the gods don't give a shit one way or the other, someone gets lost. Or hung from a tree. Or stabbed with a spear.

"Just 'cause it could've been worse don't mean it's not fucked up," he advises. "Gods... they don't give a shit about people. Complete fuckin' dicks, you ask me." And he's including himself in that.