[ a very soft smile, as he picks up the Jack in front of him, and twirls it to and fro between his fingers. its back to minuet, facing, then back again... ]
In the end... the cards we're dealt... are only ever what we choose to make of them.
[ the Jack's smile seems curiously close to Angel Devil's own, right before he puts it down, to gather all the dealt cards together to shuffle back into the deck. ]
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[ a very soft smile, as he picks up the Jack in front of him, and twirls it to and fro between his fingers. its back to minuet, facing, then back again... ]
In the end... the cards we're dealt... are only ever what we choose to make of them.
[ the Jack's smile seems curiously close to Angel Devil's own, right before he puts it down, to gather all the dealt cards together to shuffle back into the deck. ]