Most beautiful lady of Nash
I was breathless. I probably showed in my look as I was not ready for that, but quickly forced my face to return to its neutral configuration. She was tall, taller than me by an inch or two as a matter of fact. She was my age or perhaps a bit older. She was athletic and had perfect proportions. What made my face tilt earlier was certainly her heir. They were unusually long going down three quarters of back and they were dark teal, the same color of her eyes. Although extremely cute, it must not be well suited for athletics I thought as a more practical person. The only jewelry she wore was a silver necklace going perfectly well with her smiling face. She looked very smart, confident and perhaps merciless. She seemed like she could hold the world in her hands. I was amazed by her beauty, but also felt a shiver of fear down my spine during the fraction of a second we made eye contact.
Why Am I Nash?
It's not that I'm intentionally bad, it's just that I carae about myself most. It might also be because I have a tendancy to kill people when it helps me. But hey, some heros do the same, they just make their killing seem legit.
Reflections on your father
I never knew my father. I guess he's just a simple man fighting for manly reasons. My mother's death was the most difficult thing I experienced in my life, but it made me realize grief is useless. If I see my father one day, he'll be an ordinary man to me at first, just like Tara was an ordinary women to me. Trust is a complex notion and it takes time, I do not grant my trust easily.