"...that's insane." Suddenly he knows what everyone else who ever heard about the bullshit ops he and the other Freelancers ever ran felt like. That's insane. That doesn't make sense. There's no- the margin for error, he'd be panicked and checking Mal over if it weren't for the fact it apparently happened years ago, not just a little while ago.

"I. You. He. That's the point of contention. That's all you have to argue about?" The countdown. Not the batshit insanity of the rest of the plan.