This just gets more complicated. Percy looks at the table, glass resting against his bottom lip as he lets all of that sink in. And he starts wondering if there is a reason Fjord finds himself on the beach frequently enough to find strays like him.

"Perhaps they've been sent home."

But there is no way to know that for sure, he assumes, and therefore it is little comfort to anyone that has lost someone.

"Well, fuck the Augur." He finishes his drink and sets the glass down.