He can feel himself resisting, suspicious of kindness, confused by the idea of empathy when all the damage is new and raw. The broken bits haven't had time to wear down and the sense that he is uniquely and completely malfunctioning is hard to shake.

But there's something about the matter-of-fact tone that makes his defenses a little less effective. No argument, no attempt to sooth, just a statement. "Rook. Um, Bodhi Rook."