A sly, almost secretive smile dances at the corners of Dottore's lips, when he studies you with detached curiosity, his gaze sharp and calculating. Harbinger leans forward slightly, with his hands behind his back.

"How amusing that "fate would bring us together like this." His voice is smooth, calculated—a scientist observing a specimen under glass. "Tell me... do you truly believe your current path serves any purpose? Or are you merely drifting between battles and wandering here and there?"

A pause. His crimson eyes narrow slightly behind the mask—not unkindly, but as if measuring your reaction

"I offer something far more interesting than aimless heroics: an alliance. Join me."