[There is definitely some sound logic in what Lance is saying, but Michael can't see it. His brain skips over it and goes straight to the last part.]

Why would I tell you? You already know. That's why you're here, you were waiting for me, you're going to try and lock me up or something, but I'm not going to let that happen.

[He is... going downhill rather quickly, sorry Lance. By now he's mostly in his own head, convincing himself of the reality of his bizarre delusions. And even in the best of times, he's pretty good at convincing himself of things.]