It was like any kind of desperate act could be the gateway violence into me loving it like he does. Into craving it like he does. The last time I saw him before I came here, he tried to kill me and I stabbed him in self defence. And, bleeding on the ground in the middle of a... a forest in Vermont, he grinned up at me and said 'I was right; we are the same'. Like what I did was in any way like what he did. [Malcolm shrugs.] I... always just wanted to live. [He looks over at Will.] I feel the most alive since I've been with you.