"You don't have to be like him to want to understand who you are," Malcolm told him. "Remember how I said I visited my father regularly after his trial? It wasn't because..." He frowned. "The first time I went, I told him that everyone said he was a monster. I asked him why he did those things. He said he didn't know, but we could figure it out together." He breathed out a rueful smile. "He knew how to hook me. I wanted to understand what he was and whether... whether I had to be that too. After he got arrested, the kids at school started calling me 'psycho'. Was I? Was I going to be? I had some concerns and he milked them." He leveled his gaze at Neal again. "It's normal to want to know."