“I see an inkblot,” said Artemis.
“Yes, but what does the blot suggest to you?”
Artemis smirked in a supremely annoying fashion. “I see card five hundred and thirty-four.”
“Pardon me?”
“Card five hundred and thirty-four,” repeated Artemis. “Of a series of six hundred standard inkblot cards. I memorized them during our sessions. You don’t even shuffle.”
Argon checked the number on the back of the card: 534. Of course.

The Last Guardian, Chapter 1