Not your fault. [Dixon feels that sense of misstep, like he's somehow dumped all that guilt he feels onto Shuichi, and that somehow makes it all worse. He digs deep, trying to find solace in something that's as heavy as what Shuichi's feeling.] You know, I used to worry my momma. Especially a few times.

[He chews another fingernail before taking his card this turn.] I crashed my car into a tree a few years back. Really worried her then. I mean, I was drunk as hell, I barely even remember it.

[Not that it's anything compared to getting your soul fucked by evil wraith magic, but it's all he can dig up. His life has been so painfully mundane by comparison to even the first week here.]