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As if I was looking at my past self.

...I'm sorry.

You are only residue of the Doctor's burned away emotions. There's no way for me to preserve your emotions and memories in our current circumstances...

You've reached your destination, so just do what you have to do.

Thank you for trusting me.

It may be a little late for this... but I'm glad to meet you.

I'm glad to meet you too, Theresa.

Oracle walks into the distance of the endless wheat fields, disappearing within the stalks.

A draft of wind tears through the plain with a roar, and the final scene disperses until only the end of a thread is left.

Theresa holds the strand. It quickly loses its luster, and turns into powdery dust.

It's time to say goodbye...

We'll meet again in the future, won't we...?

Kal'tsit... Amiya...

......{@nickname}.

Theresa lets go of the final strand of thread in her hand, and watches it disperse and fade away like starlight.

She takes a step forward, towards hope...

Towards death.