[Rex, to some degree, can understand how heavily the criticism of others weighs upon the psyche. All the individual voices are there, even when the owners aren’t present, criticizing, chipping away at the edges of the soul.]

You can’t just let other people tell you who you are!

[When it comes to being gentle, Rex feels terrible at it.]

They don’t know the whole story.

Maybe their version of shit is a lot better than you could do yesterday! That’s progress, right?

For you, at least.