“You sound like a man of God,” Gawin said. “Fuck God,” the captain said. “Gabriel!” “Seriously, Gawin, what has God ever done for me?” the captain laughed. “If I awaken after a sword thrust with the eternal flames burning my sorry arse, I’ll spit in the maker’s face, because that’s all I was ever offered in a rigged game, and I will have played it anyway.”
