[ oh dear, even reflected back like this, the compulsion is very strong, isn't it? cain's brows knit briefly, and he raises both hands in a halting gesture before dropping into his lap again. ] I apologize, I didn't realize that even a statement would.. do that.
[ the archivist's patron goes by no name cain's particularly familiar with, but the concept is nothing new. an entity that obsessively collects information, that.. watches, he supposes? some sort of elder god or extradimensional.. conceptual being, perhaps.
he glances down briefly at his knees, brushing at the fabric absently, consciously forcing his spine to relax into the chair. ]
My number within the Foundation is SCP-073. I've lived in one of their facilities since the mid-1920s. [ his eyes flick back up again questioningly. does it help, then, to offer.. something? ]
no subject
[ the archivist's patron goes by no name cain's particularly familiar with, but the concept is nothing new. an entity that obsessively collects information, that.. watches, he supposes? some sort of elder god or extradimensional.. conceptual being, perhaps.
he glances down briefly at his knees, brushing at the fabric absently, consciously forcing his spine to relax into the chair. ]
My number within the Foundation is SCP-073. I've lived in one of their facilities since the mid-1920s. [ his eyes flick back up again questioningly. does it help, then, to offer.. something? ]