"Boy, I can't do that," Cynthia answered sincerely.
"Why not?" Bobby asked, "Don't you think it's time for you to come clean to me if you want me to trust you completely?"
"Hmph!" Cynthia sighed and explained, "Even though I'm the Guardian of the Unholy System, I still have some mandatory rules to abide by or the Unholy System will eventually wipe my existence out itself. There is so much I like to say to you. But, sorry, my hands are tight."
"Fine, just forget it." Bobby sat down on his mechanical chair indolently.
"By the way, don't you still trust me?" Cynthia questioned languidly, as her tone sounded quite earnest.
