[This wouldn't be the first time someone had opened him up. Perhaps Rex had gone willingly, if terrified, but he was a child then, and what sad, hungry little boy would ever say no to superpowers?]

Right.

[He tips his head at that.]

So, what-ever the fuck is happening? It's the major leagues. Which means-

[Rex is uncomfortable saying the following few words out loud.]

We can't rule out the big guns. Hallucinations, mind control? Compulsion? God, just thinkin' about it makes me wanna hurl.

Basically, if and uh, when everybody starts to turn on each other? We can't even really be sure that it's all them.

You see what they're doin' to us, right? Putting us in teams, splitting everybody up.

[With an air of sincere, existential horror and disdain-]

It's disgusting. Some of these kids are only, what, fourteen? That's a... Rough age. That means they'll listen to anybody, no matter how smart they might be.