Luckily for Crichton, Arthur's thoughts are easy to scatter of late (it's one of the reasons he was kept in that pit, and it worked, it worked). They coalesce back around his questions.

Arthur grimaces. His breath escapes in an involuntary noise and then hisses back in through his teeth. "You'll say I'm mad."

It's not an excuse. That fact wouldn't have stopped him for a second, and still won't.