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Angel Dust didn't understand why Husk always kept so many playing cards on him.
Sure, he knew the man had a history in Poker and gambling, but it seemed odd for the man to still insist on bringing them with him everywhere he went.
As he got closer and began to learn more about the ex-Overlord, though, he found that the man used his sleight of hand as a shield of sorts, quite literally embodying the concept of holding one's cards close to his chest.
He knew Husk harbored many traumas and secrets, and only hoped his presence was soothing.