When the screams of self destruction and irrational thought drown out the steady voice of logic and forethought; an unspoken change has undergone. When logic succumbs to the long unending fight, reasoning its guidance will bring no change. It's here when the madness takes joy in its victory, that among all other thing, it too can derail logic. It can defy all rules and is bound by nothing. In its celebration it can unhinge all that was left held in place by its nemesis. All the while logic can only stand by and watch. The destruction runs rampant, now completely unchecked. Nothing no longer sacred or worth while to protect. But amidst the flames and burning debris, it can only laugh nervously as it realizes the walls closing. In a panic, insanity lashes out to try to find more, only to find nothing is left to take. It bargains, it pleas but the source has long quit. In one last attempt the impulsive and illogical fall next to logic. It whispers "I'm dying, please save me, wasn't this your duty?" Logic looks up and sees the area aglow but all that it can manage to say is "But isn't this what you wanted?" As the last lights begin to fade from the last remaining embers, just before darkness engulfs every last corner; The crazy screams out "At least I am victorious."

Perhaps the logical man, after examining all possible scenarios, acts in his own best interest. Ties up all loose ends, collect what's due to him, pay everything that is owed, and go out in an unforgettable.... to those who injured him... manner.

Balance demands that the pain one has endured must be endured by those who delivered it.