He stopped walking closer when Connor went on his rant, instead standing there and watching him with some worry. Was this what he'd been dealing with, for however long he'd been alive? Or here? Markus knew he himself would be pacing so much that he would wear a hole in the floor, and he wasn't a pacer.

"It's a very human thing to do, to lie to yourself to try to make yourself feel better." Finally says after a moment, and he looks at Connor like he's finally gone off the deep end.

Help him what? Find the cause of deviancy? Was that going to benefit him in anyway, he had to wonder. And if it would benefit anyone around here, to know what it was. Why couldn't they just be as they were?

"How am I supposed to help you?" A pause. "And why should I help you?"