[Blake doesn't like the looks of this card. Something about the unsure horizon and the huddled figure in the boat are ominous. Unsettling, down to the gut. He tries to ignore it.]

Well, there's one thing I know, and that's not to stab a bunch of swords through the bottom of the boat you're in.

[See? He's not taking this seriously. It's just a way to kill some time.It's just a coincidence that Meridiana happens to hit on some things that might be kind of relevant. Pure luck.]

I don't do melancholy.

Sitting around and moping, that's for fifteen-year-olds writing sad poems in their notebooks at Sawsbucks. Me, I hit the street take action.

There just hasn't been a whole lot of action to take lately. And not much of anyplace to go, stuck here on Monster Island.

[He drums his fingers on the table. It's all just tricks. There's no reason whatsoever to be tense about the last card.]