"Oh, Jack, Ten of swords in your future position. Do you know what that means, Jack? You still have a while to go before..."

Whatever dumb babble Rose had to say about his future or whatever went in one ear, out the other.

Raiden did not have time to think about stupid cards while trying to stop the bleeding from his arm wound, desperately holding his breath to keep from screaming as he considers cauterizing it - that would be nice, nicer than this.