“They are,” he nodded. “But it’s not enough. He still has a spark, he still has hope that his wife and sister are alive somewhere. I need you to make it worse, but-” He held up a hand. “I still need him functional. Much as I enjoy the fruits of your labor, if he’s stark raving mad it won’t do me any good.” He spread his hands in a shrug and sat back again. “It’s a difficult position. I trust you can use the precision necessary to unnerve him without rendering his mind useless?”