Kaiser Heinrich:

Electors walking out on me? Oh no! I've never had to deal with that before. Nevertheless, we carry on.

Elector der Bartige, I will deem you qualified to answer that question once you assume the Imperial Throne at age six, get kidnapped by an archbishop and get treated quite poorly, have the same archbishop's political machinations bite you in the ass when his backing of Pope plus his successor tries to break - and succeeds! - with nearly a thousand years of ecclesiastical tradition and tries to entirely shut you out of the Papal selection process, makes you look like a fool in front of the entirety of Europe by waiting for three days in the snow wearing nothing but a hairshirt for an audience just to save your empire from completely collapsing, see it nearly collapse anyway by scurrying across the Reich putting down local rebellions as they pop up, and finally triumphantly and decisively end a full-blown civil war and then get skewered in the Diet for the measures you take to save your country from plunging into anarchy.

*taking a deep breath* Phew! After looking back on that, I think I need another ten-year vacation. All of you should be happy that I'm coming back to save us at all.