The frown deepened. Slouching where he seated, he shook his head and realized something awfully familiar about all this. "Damn it... I don't get it! What's with gods havin' ultimate motives?!"

Wrong word, he thinks, but whatever. "That sounds pretty damn similar to how Izanami-no-Okami wanted to fuck things up for everybody. She pitted three people against each other to see whose 'will' was better so she could shape the world the way they like it or whatever. Tch... least I got to kick her ass some."

He looked up, pointedly watching her face. "So what happened, then? You were the survivor?"