Fled the caoine, but it rings in his ears, always echoing off one side of his head and off to the other tirelessly and without end fucking endlessly going back and forth and then he turned into a bird, and now he has mountains of worthless glittering gold gleaming in the darkness among other things that he's forgot.
And Laura Moon has Mad Sweeney's lucky coin. The only coin that matters. Is it hers? It's hers. There's nobody else.
I was a bird. No. I was something else. Ah - fuck.