[Reluctantly:] I do. [Then, with more force:] And if those people give me a difficult time in turn, I'll punish them, too. They can experience what I'm capable of first-hand.

It isn't just the dimensional disturbances, Doctor. It's the people. I've had wardens push me far more than any flood ever did, while others stood aside and allowed it to happen. The things I've been accused of, harassed over, had my confidentiality thrown aside for, without so much as a question to my actual guilt or innocence-- if they'd been raised against so many of the other inmates here, the accusors would have been laughed off the Barge. Imagine, somebody claiming Victor Frankenstein took advantage of a boy and drove him to suicide, or Omega experimenting on Infirmary patients? Who would take those accusations seriously?

But when it's me, suddenly, it becomes believable. Without question. And this was before my scars-- before I embraced who I was. When I was still trying to "fit in," be a good, productive member of the Barge.

So tell me, Doctor. You know people better than I do. What is it about me that makes it so easy to believe I'm a monster that even my so-called "colleagues," my own warden can assume the worst of me without a second thought? [To be fair, he confronted Harper about that whole business before, and his warden did admit he was wrong, BUT REX NEVER FORGETS.]