"The cards are more blind than I am, you know," joked Raziel with a lopsided smile. "This final card is the hardest pill to swallow, it is the obstacle you cannot overcome, or the one thing you hide from yourself the most." He flipped it over and it was Temperance. "Ah, this delightful lady. She symbolizes tact and self restraint, something you've shown piteously little of, being brash and quick to act. But the fact that she's here," he said, tapping the card with his fingertip, "means that you are well capable of it, but you find it hard to come to it. I suppose what one could get out of this spread is that in your recent history, you've come to find gain and favor, freedom and happiness, though you still have hesitation in accepting it. What you seem to lack and wish to have is balance and self control. Perhaps by following through and feeling that gain signified by the ten of cups, you may obtain temperance."
He sat back and took his cup of tea in hand. Well, it was worth a ponder, at least.