"So, Pandora, the way you've handled your kingdom is interesting and all, but what about people you trust? Did you have many?" I ask Pandora, my arms wrapped around her waist.
"..." Pandora looks up. Her gaze is always such a strange thing to see, maybe because of the spirals in her pupils.
"I don't have many people I truly trust, just our mother... everyone else is someone I pretend to trust. I don't even trust the people I love." She goes back to spinning the strange cube in her hand after saying this.
"Not even me?"
"No, I don't trust you either, but I love you! I love my wives too, and I believe in the people I love. But genuine trust is something someone like me can't have, even with the people I love."
"I wouldn't even trust our mother if it weren't for our race's influence. But don't see that as a problem. Me not having 'trust' just means I never believe 100% of what people tell me, so I always go looking for the truth myself."
