Malcolm looked at Raylan while he talked, the lines of his face just ahead of Malcolm easier to focus on than the seemingly neverending stairs. He was about to say something as he turned his head to glance ahead and suddenly he startled backwards, grabbing at the wall for purchase to keep from tumbling backwards.

"How did you get here?" he all but gasped, swallowing hard.

"No, I..." he protested, cut off by... something only he could hear.

His expression hardened. "That's rich coming from you; you're the one that made me this way."