"I am not saying that you should not, Clef, but I think you may want to sit down and consider what you will do if you cannot."

This was bad, this was very bad. She could see the fervor in his eyes, the determination to throw himself against a wall that might be unable to be broken.

He needed something else to keep him sane. Anything else- but what was there?

And what was there but to try and get through to him now?

"I do not enjoy being kidnapped. I doubt anyone on this train appreciates the circumstances of their arrival, whether they care for the train itself or not. But Clef, the tools to tackle this problem may be beyond our reach, and if you ignore that possibility you will only martyr yourself for nothing."