[The face that came on-screen now was scarred and worn, with a nose that had been broken a half-dozen times and never set quite right. Her eyes were a cold, dark blue, and there was a lot of steel grey in her hair.]

"'My cult is better than your cult'," Alleyana said with a sneer that did nothing for her appearance, "I've heard it a thousand times. You want to break people down, make them hate themselves, and then then lead them on the path to spiritual enlightenment? And you're the only one who sees it, of course, who Knows the Truth? What do you think you are, some kind of holy prophet? Give me a break."