[Lonely, distrustful, vulgar, and angry- You name it.
That statement in itself is a mixed bag. In Rex's line of work, being out of shape or out of practice may as well be a death sentence. If he gets kicked to the curb or outed from the Guardians he not only would be humiliated, but out of a place to stay, with no housing or educational prospects. For a boy from the lowest rung of society who never managed to graduate the eighth grade, he'd be fucked. Might as well put a bullet to his head at that point, and even then, he is well aware that he'd be likely to survive. Rex, himself, has a pretty solid handle on his body and his abilities- Six months. He has six months to get out of this place otherwise his livelihood is done for, the catch up game will drive him crazy-]
Are you?
[But in an odd way, he is comfortable. This place is unpredictable and annoying at times, but not as dire as his own world. Rex finds himself eating shit less often and enjoying spending time with Mark, with Invincible of all people, and even that makes him wonder.
If people like himself, Eve, Mark, Kate... Even Robot...
What if they were normal people? Would they be having a good time? Would life be just that, comfortable? God, what would it be like? To have your only concerns be who your date for the prom was going be, to know that safety and financial security was guaranteed. That if he wanted, he could apply to some bullshit place like university, and have time, years to figure out whether he wanted to be an accountant or an engineer.]
Comfortable.
Here.
[Rex does not know the meaning of the word as a civilian would.
He may be the team's resident slacker, but even so, he desires greatness.]
cw: suicidal ideation
That statement in itself is a mixed bag. In Rex's line of work, being out of shape or out of practice may as well be a death sentence. If he gets kicked to the curb or outed from the Guardians he not only would be humiliated, but out of a place to stay, with no housing or educational prospects. For a boy from the lowest rung of society who never managed to graduate the eighth grade, he'd be fucked. Might as well put a bullet to his head at that point, and even then, he is well aware that he'd be likely to survive. Rex, himself, has a pretty solid handle on his body and his abilities- Six months. He has six months to get out of this place otherwise his livelihood is done for, the catch up game will drive him crazy-]
Are you?
[But in an odd way, he is comfortable. This place is unpredictable and annoying at times, but not as dire as his own world. Rex finds himself eating shit less often and enjoying spending time with Mark, with Invincible of all people, and even that makes him wonder.
If people like himself, Eve, Mark, Kate... Even Robot...
What if they were normal people? Would they be having a good time? Would life be just that, comfortable? God, what would it be like? To have your only concerns be who your date for the prom was going be, to know that safety and financial security was guaranteed. That if he wanted, he could apply to some bullshit place like university, and have time, years to figure out whether he wanted to be an accountant or an engineer.]
Comfortable.
Here.
[Rex does not know the meaning of the word as a civilian would.
He may be the team's resident slacker, but even so, he desires greatness.]