[He snickers, tipping sideways and holding his cards close to his chest even as his shoulder goes numb a bit. Beau does not pull her punches for anything, but he can't give her the satisfaction of thinking she bruised him up.]

I think everything means exactly as much as I think it does, because I'm the one ascribing meaning to it. [That's some carnie doubletalk if he's ever spoke it. He gives the deck a good shuffle and a look akin to nirvana crosses his face. God, it feels good to be able to do that.]

Well, since you asked, I might as well. [He flips a card up off the top and goes still for a moment. Three of Swords. Arguably perfect for such a moment for both of them. Moonweaver, you are truly a strange mistress. He flicks it between his fingers, carefully.] It says "this too shall pass."