[Shuichi gathers up his hand, dispassionately looking them over. It feels like such a worthless thing to be doing right now -- insignificant, unhelpful to anyone when everything's gone to hell, too much time wasted on him when all he's ever done is make others look after him and figure things out after its too late and people are already dead--
He frowns, and tries to focus on the cards in his hand. It sounds similar enough to what he knows, maybe simpler. Looking at it that way, he hesitates a moment and then draws a new card, giving up instead a seven to the discard pile.
The distraction is probably good. Being left to his thoughts is definitely bad when he can't close his eyes without seeing bodies and blood.]
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[Shuichi gathers up his hand, dispassionately looking them over. It feels like such a worthless thing to be doing right now -- insignificant, unhelpful to anyone when everything's gone to hell, too much time wasted on him when all he's ever done is make others look after him and figure things out after its too late and people are already dead--
He frowns, and tries to focus on the cards in his hand. It sounds similar enough to what he knows, maybe simpler. Looking at it that way, he hesitates a moment and then draws a new card, giving up instead a seven to the discard pile.
The distraction is probably good. Being left to his thoughts is definitely bad when he can't close his eyes without seeing bodies and blood.]