Malcolm stood up when Raylan mentioned bringing Neal to the couch. He was just in the way at this point. He shuffled himself towards the door, glancing towards the stairs, shifting from foot to foot, glancing towards the kitchen, towards where he still couldn’t quite see Neal where he lay on the floor.

Just can’t rein in those killer instincts now, my boy.

Malcolm looked at the floor, the nervous shifting of his weight more agitated as he refused to answer the delusion or even look at it.

Let’s face it, that’s going to come in handy if you face real danger here. One relatively innocent life is a small price to pay.

He covered his ears.

Didn’t they say this town wanted blood? Maybe you just need to slaughter a few sacrificial lambs and maybe you can escape. I’m not saying these ones, per se, but they’re conveniently right here…

“NO!!” he suddenly screamed and bolted out the door.