The time he spent debating and arguing with his master over the second plan spanned weeks of accumulated conversation, and was laden with his trademark controlled madness and sharp wit. His every rationale, response, and reason, seeming quite mad and outlandish at first, was slowly proven right over time during the planning stages. There was an odd calculus to it all: a strange constant that bore it through to truth, much like the value of pi did to the theories of circles and waves. Cid would never claim to have a firm grasp upon the mathematics of it, but he could certainly grasp the pattern, especially when his master so kindly demonstrated it’s many occurrences.