Roman was doing his best to be reassuring. It was a commendable action, but one that fell flat. The definition of madness was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result, right? There would have to be a cut off limit, if only to ensure his own state of mind.

Who was he kidding? He'd be a wreck if he stopped and a wreck if he kept going and failing. There was a reason that Lord El-Melloi II had never broached this subject, and the thrashing current of thoughts in his head was a reminder of why.

"As a co-worker, I ask you to consider an obligation of stopping madness as well," he said after a very long moment of silence. "That is all."

He would need the limit. He knew that.