You and Che had very special jobs. You were the guardians of your beautiful country of Argentina. Manifestations of hope and pride and patriotism. You weren't really sure what happened but one day the two of you just manifested as the average 1940s Argentinian man and woman and it was just sort of your job to guide and protect their people.

Which included finding a great leader. An underdog with a heart of gold that the people would respect, adore and follow.

So you landed on Eva Peron. And led her to become the First Lady through a series of subtle pushes and manipulations. You helped her out now and then, gave her pushes in the right direction. Served as her gaurdian angel narrators...and who knew if she ever even saw the two of you or ever precieved you as anything but two normal people.

Now the two of you hang around her mansion making sure everything's alright. She pays you no mind as usual as the two of you check in on things. And it's a relatively calm day. Eva is working on a new speech and getting fitted for a new gown...that's about it...so naturally Che is bored as hell.

He gestures up to the Peron's beautiful ballroom the two of you are hanging out in, gestures to the diamond chandiler and smirks. "So much luxury...¿No son tan tontas mi amor?"