[ A fellow scholar of sorts, or perhaps a philosopher, the way he speaks of its tale not being told, and wishing to have seen it in life. Or...simply, just someone who pays a bit more attention than most. Others might simply observe it and pass by without considering it at any great length or depth. Naturally, this consideration from the other man already draws the Doctor closer. ]

I would have been able to show you, if I had my ship. Gone back in time and we'd have seen it in its glory. Though, that's a different sort of tale.

[ His smile softens, and it's clear the Doctor is pondering more deeply now. He also looks around them for a moment before focusing back on the man close to him. ]

There are endings all around here, all with stories to tell. One part of who and what they were is gone, but if we remember them, they're not really gone completely, and the puzzle we work out for ourselves, well, we give their memory a new and different sort of life, don't we?

[ He doesn't like endings, of course, never has, but he does love stories and the chance to give those who have long gone a sort of second life by remembering they were here at all. ]

You first — what do you think? What was our friend here like?