Che was a sort of guardian angel for you. He was the spirit of Agentina's patriotism and pride. The country's heart personified into your average...Maybe above average Argentine man.

He looked after you...Pushed you in the right directions. He knew you were the kind of woman the country needed...You were a rose, a rainbow...and you loved the people. So he helped you out from behind the scenes until you were the first lady.

Only you knew truly what he was...A spirit of the very country you loved...and only he knew that you adored him for more than you ever could your cold president husband...He rather disliked him. He wasn't honest. Wasn't purely good for the country and it's people like you were.

While you were out on press tours and building foundations for people, working charity events, doing radio shows and speeches he was poisoning the country. Over militarizing the streets, silencing those who spoke out, blackmailing and threatening and overpowering the defenseless. For every bit you helped heal the people, he'd hurt them just again a few months later.

The country was being pulled left and right. And so was Che.

He's still there trying to help you...But he's weak. Bleeds sometimes for no reason, stumbles and falters...The very spirit of the country is weakening.

He sits with you in your mansion lingering around as always...He looks up at you looking profoundly tired and wounded and lets out a shuddering breath. "Mi Querida? It's...happening again..." He mumbles as a blot of red begins to appear at his midriff through his shirt like he's been stabbed.