"They pushed it on you," he said. "The Admiral, the wardens... That ship was designed to force redemption through manipulation. Through trauma." Rex was lowering his voice now, speaking in a rushed, angry hiss as certain memories were pushing themselves to the forefront of his mind. "Some of us aren't meant for redemption. It's not natural to us, it's just... reprogramming." Rex snorted. "Really, if the Admiral wanted more permanent results, he should have consulted me." Just skip the torture and go straight for the brainwashing.

Rex took a breath, closing his eyes momentarily. Once he opened them again, he looked up at Iago, somewhat more relaxed. "I just want you to be true to yourself. There's no shame in being a... viper."

From Rex, that was a compliment.