[Well, considering that's the least definitive answer ever, Nero figures Ed doesn't think the same. Which isn't the worst. He can't tell himself anything else about Kyrie. She's got to know.

They're not the same person. And maybe the co-captain guy was kind of a dick.]

Dude, there's more than I could fit on it. Maybe I should give you the older versions of the brochure... [If he can find some.] Not once, but twice, a buncha corpses rose and tried to kill everyone. An altar ate my arm. Three gods decided to fuck everyone's shit up and mind control them into being dicks. The Queen over in Thorne blew up a city with a magic meteor. [He holds his rod between his boots as he counts them off on his fingers.] Some delegates to the werewolves or some shit almost got murdered. Oh, yeah. Faeries exist now, too. So you got vampires, werewolves, faeries, dragons, demons... -- shit, speaking of, that's skipping over the random portals that dumped monsters from our worlds all over the place, which also ended up in even more people dying.

So, you know. A lot of dying overall.