[ cain has been around a very, very long time. millions, perhaps billions of years--he loses entire centuries at times, emerges from remote, uninhabited places to find entire civilizations fallen--which means that he's seen.. a great deal in his exceptionally long, cursed life. it means that he has a good sense for things that don't quite fit humanity's mold, and this man seems to be one of them.

so when he speaks again and there's power behind it, cain isn't surprised, only.. disappointed, perhaps. even as he feels the compulsion reflect back on its origin, he finds his lips parting anyway. ] It's called the SCP Foundation. [ the answer is barely out of his mouth before it's shutting once more with a click of teeth together, lips twisting down into a weary frown. ] .. I had a feeling you were anomalous. [ he uncrosses his legs, hands bracing against the arms of the chair to rise. ] I would have given you the name willingly if you'd been patient and trustworthy.

[ he may have given more than that, if he'd thought the archivist trustworthy. as it is, he is clearly.. not. ]