I tried to punch that dragon. [Dixon chews the corner of his tongue as he takes a card and tries to make something of his hand, realizes too late he should have gone for something in the discard pile.] I probably could have thought that through more.

[He's not a fan of the fantasy stuff either. It's less a matter of identity - unlike Shuichi, Dixon's never considered himself observant, and the presence of new hell has just accommodated itself right into his world. Why should he expect to know what's going on with magic when he barely knows what's going on in the real world?

It's more a matter of feeling like everyone's got this magic sorcerer bullshit more figured out than he does.]

Nah, people just had to practically carry me up the whole hill. I couldn't even carry a pack past the first day. Everyone else had to do it for me. [It's not that he hadn't been trying. That's the only comfort that helps him sleep at night. He had tried and failed and thrown up in a bush and passed out, but it was lack of capability, not lack of effort, when it came to keeping up with the rest of the group.] Besides, you and Impulse gave me an excuse to punch that bitch in the face.

[Highlight, honestly.]