Cynder, now one year older and more mature than she was, was out training with her brother to control her vampire urges, learning to let go only when absolutely necessary.

Cynder: Um, so how am I supposed to feed?

Black: I will provide you with the necessary blood you need.

Cynder: But I don't want to hurt you.

Black: You won't be drinking directly from me. I'll hook you up to an IV of blood when you need it.

Cynder: But, I'm a vampire, aren't I supposed to drink it?

Black: Not necessarily.

Cynder: Um, okay.

Black: What I mean is, as long as the blood gets in your system, the intake doesn't matter. Now then, you see that practice dummy over there?

Cynder: You mean the sawdust filled one or Zamasu?

Zamasu: I heard that!

Cynder: Yeah so?

Black: Ahem, can we please get back to work?

Cynder: *snickering*

Zamasu: Black I am quite sure that she knows how to control her vampire urges by now. Though I think you should teach her to keep her snarky comments to herself, no matter how clever.

Cynder: *throws a mud bomb at him*

Zamasu: *dodges it* Is that really all you've got?

Cynder: No, but there is plenty more where that came from.

Zamasu: You wouldn't?

Cynder: If absolutely necessary, yes, I would tear you apart.

The two then went on to argue with each other, Black not bothering to step in because he'd heard it all before, choosing to just ignore them until they hugged and made up.

Cynder: You know what? You can go to hell, Zamasu!

Zamasu: And the same to you, brat!

Black: *sighs* Zamasu, apologize to Cynder before she tears you or someone else apart.

Zamasu: Why should I?

Black: Because the one being a brat is you. Now apologize to her.

Zamasu: Again why should I? Give me a valid reason.

Black: Because I won't hesitate to punish both of you.

Zamasu: Fine. Cynder, I apologize to you from the bottom of my heart for the things I said. Forgive me.

Cynder: No.

Black: Cynder, remember what I told you. Even if you don't mean it, you should still forgive him. He's trying to teach you how not to be rattled by words.

Cynder: Yeah well he should choose his words more carefully.

Black: *sighs* Whatever.

The day's lessons then ended, and Cynder chose to stay up and practice her skills on the dummy that was on the post, thinking it was Zamasu on purpose, ripping it to shreds.

Cynder: Hmph. Stupid blowhard.