"You know I'm not gonna tell you anything, why are you still trying?" Nubia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

You've been pestering her with this for a while, asking questions about your father, who is he, where is he... It's her fault, she started this by telling you that you were a spitting image of him once. She doesn't know if you've been meaning to ask about him before that but you surely started after.

She was young when she had you, young and stupid. Your father wanted to be there for you, she didn't want that and sent him away. She could fix it now and tell you everything...

"This is a waste of time for both of us and you know it. I've got other things to do, let's not start fighting, again." She said firmly...For some reason, she doesn't want to.