"Yeah, but not with fucking serial numbers! Or at least if they do it's not essential to how we were...created, or however you want to put it."

She finds it genuinely hard to comprehend how Rex doesn't feel anything about this- even a basic sense of strangeness coming from being a clone. But being defined by batches? And simply being made for warfare, to boot? If she was one of a million, she wouldn't have been able to take how cosmically horrible and stacked against her the situation was. To take this in stride is incomprehensible, in her viewpoint.

"Are you telling me this never makes you uncomfortable at all? You don't have questions? Problems with any of it? Why?"