He takes the next beaker.

"This is not a good idea."

But he needs to indulge in a bad idea or two, because he's not sure what else to do. Good ideas just seemed to continue the same old feelings, the duty and the honor and honestly, he's not sure where 'happy' works into any of that but he doesn't think he's going to figure it out any time soon. Except--

"It keeps going through my head, you know."