(depressed sighs) Humans... why would they somehow treat themselves as mortal enemies to this peaceful world, and fight each other? There has to be some explanation to this nonsense as I perceived someone was tampering with the history itself.

Just then, Harold looks behind when an unknown guest steps inside.

O-Oh, hi there! (chuckles) Didn't expect there's a good guest coming right at a serene spot of this territory I called it my own, am I right? I just wondered when you thought you might be looking for someone else - well, I am actually live alone here, another day without any intimate fellows of mankind since the trouble was over. It was so bored when fellow chronologists won't needing me now, although I still have brains and knowledge which I would guaranteed that my life wouldn't be such a waste. Oh, and if you've been so eagered to chat with me, then let's do it right away, but you'd better careful since I've got sooo many secrets. Now, what's the defined topic you ought to discuss?