Malcolm was easily hauled to his feet. He looked down at them.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said with quiet intensity. “I thought he was the Shadow Man. Like that time at the Boarding House when I almost brained Negan with a fire poker. That’s how I know he wouldn’t hurt us. I was actively trying to take his head off and he didn’t hurt me.” He looked at Raylan sidelong. “I’m more dangerous than he is. He can control it.” He looked ahead of them. “Where are you going to take me?” he asked as grimly as he promised his trip down the lighthouse.