<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GE55shi.jpg)</div>Cinder, who is normally unflappably positive, turns bitter and cynical with such suddenness it takes everyone by surprise, including Mae.<br/><br/>"Aw, would you listen to that?" Cinder replies in her most biting, sardonic tone. "Our benevolent overlord Pandora is only trying to<em>help</em>us. She wants to keep the treaty intact for<em>our</em>protection, not for her own ends! Not our beloved mistress! Why, that radiant beacon of purity and goodness only wants to keep us safe! She's just trying to save us from ourselves, that's all! She would<em>never</em>manipulate the Dungeon so that it continues in perpetuity. Never! Why, she wants to lose just as badly as we want to win! And to broadcast the yearly trials, thus denigrating the entire globe so that all sentient races are eventually corrupted to her side? She would<em>never</em>!"<br/><br/>Her eyes darken as she locks them on the shifter. "You shut that filthy cockholster before I put my fist through it. Utter one more syllable of that propaganda, you little panty stain, and I'll toss you through that window myself."<br/><br/>"Gods, Cin," Maeryll mutters.