"There's a Lucky Coin. My Luck; all wrapped up in it." His jaw flexes slightly, and he keeps his focus low, on the food.

"My Luck's fer shit 'til I have it back, but right now it's in Dead Wife's chest, keepin' her up an' movin'." It's clearly tied to a good chunk of self-loathing.

"Adm'ral's got my magic tamped down. Need that back, but without my Coin, I'm a walkin' disaster." Sweeney rolls his eyes at himself.

"An' I gotta curse." That has a far deeper shame. "Where the Mad comes from." His hand lifts enough to imply 'in my head'. He's managed so well to keep free of the moniker, but he knows it's on the roster and his ledger page, so Sam clearly already knows it.