Mondo felt at ease while alone in the swamp. He had witnessed many men find their heaven or hell this deep in the backwater.
It reminded him of something he once read - that a man unable to live in society must be beast or god. Either one was fine with him. Now that the ghost-men had gone, his beast was at rest and had no need for a god.
He lost part of himself in memories of those days of anger and fear - and remembered that when he got angry, people got hurt.
Mondo loved the swamp, but the swamp was unable to love him back.
For there was dark and cruel magic at work...