There'll be war that's tying me to this operation, is that what this is meant to say?

(it makes sense, but hei has to snort, actually finding it somewhat entertaining. war... no, he's never wanted to stick around to see the ends of the wars he's fought, but he had things to hold onto that anchored him and made him carry on through them. these cards are months too late.)

You can continue. These are pretty cards and pretty words that are meant to seduce a person into reading too far into their meanings. (they're wrong, so why stop?) It's not even the one holding the deck who's explaining the spreads, is it? It's the person buying into this crap and making up their own stories in a way that suits the expectations they already had before they sat down.

(a motion forward between them, lagging. his head still pounds. a glass of water would be nice.)

Finish it, both of you. It's not like you'll accidentally make me want to live.