"You're not failing him, Felix. I'm sure he'd agree with me on that." Claude shrugs. "Hell, what's your metric of succeeding with him? He seemed better after I'd talked to him, but like you said, he's barely spoken a word all day. And neither have you. Did I accomplish anything lasting with him? Am I failing you, considering the state you're in and how nothing I say seems to be making it any better?"

He sighs. "I suppose the question is, what do you want to do for him exactly?"