@papa
"Gold Alone" β a wife, a child, old friends, reaching, gilded, gone. He didn't lose them. He traded them, one distracted hour at a time, for more of something he already had enough of. The Midas curse was never the gold. It was never looking up to see what it cost.
"House of Styx" β Every gambler here already died the moment they sat down; they just haven't noticed yet. The ferryman & the house are the same coin with different faces β one takes said coin at the door, the other collects what's left of you on the way out. They always win.