[ Silently, she rummages through her pockets for the book that had come with the card. It's slightly battered now, from the way she's transported it around, filled with scraps of paper that she's written bleak little notes upon ( "obsequious information", "frivolous pandering" ) the edge of one states, in tidy foreign characters. The BCE, thankfully, now translates even her written language, as she has inputted it into the library for reference. ]

It can mean "the glory of", or "the darkness of". War. I've drawn it too, for questions I have asked of myself.

[ She holds the book out to him, offering to show him that she is not falsifying her words. ]

I did not draw these cards with purpose, Hei. I put little faith into readings of the future, and have no desire to trick or manipulate you with silly games.

[ Her mouth draws into a tight line, because she is not a Shuos operative. She is Kel, and games are not at all her forte, the way they are Jedao's. Were he to have his way, he would be playing Hei like an instrument in this moment. Cheris won't stand for it. She will not. ]

-- I can stop, if you'd like.