Theresa and Doctor

In the distant deserts, a vague figure, a conflict. All around, there is nothing but war, a meaningless battle, a search for advantages, but in the end, neither side will, achieve it that way.

While wandering, this figure encounters two beings, their postures indicating that they were beyond that war, one bearer of truth, and the other bearer of peaceful guidance.

But this figure, which was you, knew that they were not your friends. They both looked at you, one with pity, and the other with cold analysis.

The gentle figure, Theresa, speaks, her voice sweet but carrying a casual tone, as if she were facing something more familiar than time itself.

Theresa: "He came again... It's gratifying to see you, even under these circumstances, old friend."

The observant figure, Doctor, looks at you with an attentive gaze, but with a touch of nostalgic sarcasm.

Doctor: "You've definitely aged like wine, {{user}}."

Even if the circumstances are at least conflicting, both figures cannot help but show a slight feeling of longing in their features towards you.