"Everything," the Patriarch whispered, his voice cracking with a desperate hope. "The Alpha Corp assets, the banks, all of it."
"A man of your strength shouldn't be a bodyguard; you should be a god among men," he continued, "Just release these restraints, and I will give you all the help you need to legally take everything from that man!"
Ulen stared at the old man for a long moment.
The silence in the room grew heavy, while the Lionel fleet continued to implode on the viewscreen.
Slowly, Ulen's lips curled into a dry, humorless smile.
"You really don't get it, do you?" Ulen said, his voice dropping a little. "You think everyone has a price because you have a price. You think power is something stolen, because that's how the Lionels built their throne."
He stood up, walking toward the large window overlooking the void of space.
