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Trust is something that must be learned and must be gained. I learned long ago that trust is often essential to life. There is a need to have at least one person that you can trust. One person that you know will stand beside you and will be there no matter the circumstance or the consequences.
Being a Centauri, trust is not something that we give freely. Perhaps out of all of the races we take the longest to develop the bonds of trust due to our society’s reliance on intrigue, lies, blackmail and often much worse.
There are some I trust: my mother, Kailin, Ambassador Mollari but there is one I trust more then any other. A lanky, wise cracking and malicious Narn woman who like me became a woman in the clutches of slavery. There are many who would scoff at such a claim among both of our races. It stands as it is, I would and have trusted her with my life and she has done the same on occasion, placing her life at my discretion.
Our trust found its roots in a situation not long after she had been purchased by Trakis.
The Mars Colony was never stable, socially. There were always riots and fights everywhere, kidnappings and murders were often a daily part of ones life.
( She called her Nan’ya )
Being a Centauri, trust is not something that we give freely. Perhaps out of all of the races we take the longest to develop the bonds of trust due to our society’s reliance on intrigue, lies, blackmail and often much worse.
There are some I trust: my mother, Kailin, Ambassador Mollari but there is one I trust more then any other. A lanky, wise cracking and malicious Narn woman who like me became a woman in the clutches of slavery. There are many who would scoff at such a claim among both of our races. It stands as it is, I would and have trusted her with my life and she has done the same on occasion, placing her life at my discretion.
Our trust found its roots in a situation not long after she had been purchased by Trakis.
The Mars Colony was never stable, socially. There were always riots and fights everywhere, kidnappings and murders were often a daily part of ones life.
( She called her Nan’ya )
