"Cannot," Chariot says, bouncing along on its own medicine ball. "Not in my nature. Can only go forward. Hanged Man, Pendu, it stops. Not I. I am the ever-turning wheel. You move forward too. Always keep going. Reason why you're my Chosen."

Its bouncing speeds up. "Temperance. Fortune. Hierophant. Star. No balance, no luck, no group-bond, no hope."