It's similar to a game I've played. We mostly have different rules about the sets you can make, I think.
[Sevens are significant in the version he's used to, capable of being a set on their own. There are a few other rules like that, but Dixon had specified sets of three or four so those probably weren't a thing if he didn't mention it.
It doesn't feel like anything special to him to work little things like that out, but he's always been an observant sort. Piecing together what he can from haphazard bits of information is basically all he's good for. It doesn't feel like much to him, especially given some of his classmates' talents, but it's what he's got.
He'd kind of prefer to just focus entirely on the cards and tune everything else out -- his classmates, that mess on Weathertop (the route he'd supported following, of course), everyone else that was hurt as well -- but Dixon apparently won't let him entirely distract himself so easily. It's a dull weight in his stomach, knowing the trouble he'd caused for the others just by not being competent enough. No one should be scared because of him.
Shuichi keeps his eyes down on his cards, head angled down where he doesn't have to risk Dixon catching his eye.]
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[Sevens are significant in the version he's used to, capable of being a set on their own. There are a few other rules like that, but Dixon had specified sets of three or four so those probably weren't a thing if he didn't mention it.
It doesn't feel like anything special to him to work little things like that out, but he's always been an observant sort. Piecing together what he can from haphazard bits of information is basically all he's good for. It doesn't feel like much to him, especially given some of his classmates' talents, but it's what he's got.
He'd kind of prefer to just focus entirely on the cards and tune everything else out -- his classmates, that mess on Weathertop (the route he'd supported following, of course), everyone else that was hurt as well -- but Dixon apparently won't let him entirely distract himself so easily. It's a dull weight in his stomach, knowing the trouble he'd caused for the others just by not being competent enough. No one should be scared because of him.
Shuichi keeps his eyes down on his cards, head angled down where he doesn't have to risk Dixon catching his eye.]
I'm sorry.