She looked at him, silent. Mazoku were beings of evil, and evil was never something to be trusted.
But.
The elders of her temple, the Golden Dragons of Ceilphied, they were supposed to represent everything that was good, holy, pure, the antithesis of the evil Mazoku they stood against for a thousand years and more.
They couldn't be trusted. Her own flesh and blood, they couldn't be trusted. If good wasn't trustworthy, how could evil be?
"I don't see how I could even trust your answer here, Mister Xellos, but how can I believe you, if evil's not to be trusted, and not even those who are supposed to represent good can be either?"