He nods, surprisingly patient considering what was seen not so long ago on the network.

"Mindwashing. I've seen it before."

There are a hell of a lot of types of groups in his world, Rey. Lots. He's just been fortunate enough to avoid most of them. It's amazing what you can do to desperate starving people. It's amazing what people like Immortem Joe can do to little sickly war boys who want a noble death. It's amazing how close he'd been to being a thing himself, a piece of Joe's equipment. Only he was coherent enough to fight back, unlike those ashen faces who'd learned to gravitate around their 'leader' as though he were a boil-filled sun that needed lancing.