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She knew it hadn't been wise to ask so many questions at once, but Nyx was a curious creature when it came to her father's past. She had never found him an evil man - not nearly someone a woman as Nemesis had deserved. Strangely, she rather liked him, even though he had also not played a huge part in her younger months. Hell, he was more of a friend than a father, even though she was proud to call him it. That he answered her questions, despite having clearly had enough of them, was a sign that he was a far more reasonable wolf than her supposed mother.

She listened intently, though it was not said in a story-telling way - not like Damien's. They were more matter-of-fact-ly, and she wasn't sure if she liked it more. A wonderful name, too. She softly commented when he told of Scarlett, going silent again as he continued. That he wouldn't tell more was something she rather not questioned; it was fine as it was. She weaved her own little ending to it and was done with poking her nose in places it didn't belong in.

Shall we continue? Was the last question that came out of her.