Somehow, that question only seems to make it worse. It makes Norman realize that Otto still expects the best of him, still trusts him to be so much better, so soon. To have banished every single demon from his mind. True, he had thought he had been making amazing progress, himself, but ... this had made it abundantly clear how wrong he'd been. That there were still things lurking that were trouble. Thoughts, assumptions, about how things worked, and how he could control them if he just manipulated things in the right ways ... that urge to Win The Challenge, to Be Right, to make what he thought was best happen, whether it was really best or not.

He breathes in quickly, hard, then out, as though he's putting his panic on lockdown. But he knows it won't hold. He's already hearing the litany at the back of his head: why did he think he could be better? Why did he even try? He's a wreck, a mess, a lost cause, a stain -

"Yes. ... More than."