Rex shook his head. "That's the problem," he said, tapping his head with a finger. "I'm [i]never[/i] alone. He's always in my head. He whispers venomous words, lies. He tells me to kill my brothers. I want to sometimes, but The Voice isn't me... he's my beast." He paused. "You'd be better off being around my other brothers. None of them have a Voice. Just me."