"..Madness?" He glanced back at L, a chuckle finding it's way to his lips. "...Madness?" He uttered again, his chuckle rising in pitch. "You want to tell me what madness is in? You want to tell me how maddening taking life is?" His laugh rose in volume again. "Don't think you can tell me what madness is! You know nothing of it compared to me. Madness is waking up screaming in a cold sweat dreaming about every single person you've killed, millions..maybe even billions, of souls screaming for vengeance against an angry god. Madness is keeping the secret that you are a mass murder of criminals from everyone around you, even the majority of your supporters. Madness is writing names down into a notebook for hours upon hours, hoping to make the world a better place." His smile suddenly faded and his face grew dark, cold, and stern. "...And for it all to be a waste in the end.....Madness?....That is madness, L."