Ceres/Divina/Open.
"It isn't their plans I take issue against." Although, if they were, Divina would not have had a counter-plan of her own. She was easily the kind of person who would judge thoughtlessly, by gut and instinct. She'd never been a particularly intellectual sort, either. Smart enough to get by, but hardly the sort of person who could have solved a problem of this scale. It seemed she wasn't smart enough to keep her mouth shut either, but creatures of impulse and emotion rarely gave thought to their words.
It helped that she didn't have much of a reputation to protect.
A hand dallied at the pommel of Deathbringer as she put her thoughts to word without filter. "It's a show. Pomp and circumstance, all to tell us that our officials know as little as we do." Eying her grandfather among the ranks of politicians, no doubt raring for the chance to speak, to make some sort of hero of himself, she added, "Empty politics and propaganda."