Dex admired the rabbit's tenacity and willingness to believe in good. He'd completely forgotten what "good" and "evil" really were. Maybe he had blinders on or maybe he had just killed far too many people to have the nagging conscience everyone else did when it came to good and bad, right and wrong.
"A monster is whatever you want it to be," he countered with an easy shrug. "Drugs. An abusive parent or partner. Loneliness. Math. The creature under the bed. Most people conceal their monster with another one. I conceal mine with secrets and a veil of mystery that seems far less mysterious anymore." Another casual shrug as he looked out at the courtyard to watch the goings-on briefly.
"My monster, the thing that scares me the most, isn't death or drugs or anything tangible. I think it's loneliness. And it's always been loneliness. Which is why I find so much comfort in seeing you."