[Now there's a nostalgic memory — the look of sputtering disbelief on Heidegger's face when Tseng had effectively carried out his coronation in the span of two easy words. The very first time, the very first person, to call him Mr. President, after years and years of chasing that very accolade.

Unfortunately, the smile that comes to his face at the thought of it is ultimately short-lived. The business never ends, and this is far too important to let go without Tseng's awareness.]

I remember much more than that. I was at my ascension parade.

[He pauses, scowling briefly as the memory resurfaces in infuriating clarity.]

We have bigger problems than AVALANCHE to deal with right now. Glenn Lodbrok paid me a visit — as an ambassador from the Viceroy of Wutai.