That's more trouble than it's worth. As much as I want to chew out the idiots involved in dragging me to a museum at who-the-fuck-knows at night, it's not my job to do the lecturing.

[Strangely, Waver can and can't say the same. While the man has a few decades of life on him, the Heroic Spirit he's fused with is nearly two millennia old. Not that it matters, Waver can remember none of it in his unlife and Zhuge has, for all intents and purposes, washed his hands of everything being as dormant as he is.]

Even if we save their arses here, what brought them to this point had better be addressed. Divine intervention should be the last resort and doled out sparingly, especially in cases like these.

I don't intend to bail them out again if they cock things up due to their own stupidity.