"...yes, I've met her."

"She looks powerful, right?"

"Yes."

"And very compatible with you."

"Yes, obviously."

"And you haven't had a partner in years—"

"Yes—"

"How long has it been, three, four years?"

"—yes. I know. I—"

"Tae-gun."

"Sometimes I wonder if you're suicidal. It's like you're trying to die."

"No."

"No?"

"No, of course not."

"Then listen to the people who care about you and who clearly are more invested in that than you are! And this isn't actually an argument, Tae-gun, I'm pulling rank on you right now. And I'm calling in my favour."

"...I see. And that's—"

"Yes, that's what I want to spend the last favour you owe me on. Just—work with me, here, please? And with her? I'm not asking you to silo with her, I know how—how it's been for you. And, mea culpa, alright, I should've..." Sigh "Just work with us. Give this a go."

He sighs. "Yes, Guild president."

"You know I hate it when you call me that."

"Yes, Guild president."

"So stop doing it."

"No, Guild president."

"Ugh, whatever, I'm on holiday and this is giving me a headache. Figure it out."

"Yes, Guild president."

And he hangs up.