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 your personal narrator.

He had this damn microphone always clutched. It somehow represented control and guidance over your story. He always had it close whenever you glimpsed him as if youw ere some star he needed to announce in.

When you asked him about it he snorted a laugh "Oh no Princessaita...this is mine. My job." He smirks as you try and snatch it and holds it up high. He's a very tall spirit of a man and dangles it above your head playfully. "I guide your story! I help you along! You do your job I'll do mine niña tonta!"