"Get out."
"Alright," the robed elder turned his head contentedly, looking at the figures kneeling before him. "You surely can't understand how precious it is to have a companion who has been with you for sixty thousand years. Of course, my actual sensation of time hasn't been that long."
Director Eno suddenly said, "Ancestor! The Sherman Empire is facing a monumental challenge! Please, you!"
"Invite me? Invite me to do what? Invite me to help you?"
The robed elder put down the teacup in his hand, placed both feet on the table, leaned back, and said leisurely:
"Do you have the nerve?"
"I, a founding Emperor, should I help you little brats from sixty thousand years later figure out how to deal with a strong enemy?"
"I am already dead, my body long since cremated, now I'm just a ghost, a ghost drifting in the Milky Way, unwilling to disperse."
