|| Reunited Event / @abel-uncontained ||
Site-19 was a place only spoke of in passing, as any staff would consider their death sealed in stone to be assigned to such a place. The anomalies located there were infamous for the horrors and danger they bring upon any unfortunate soul to cross paths with them. This was a place SCP-073 assumed he would fortunately never have to visit! Yet.. here he stood at the entrance to the large facility. Guards from the best MTF money could buy surrounded him as they braced for what could possibly go wrong. The stories about the various dangerous anomalies here and the staff trained to handle them was what likely led to that particular Keter-Class being relocated to such a place. The one he could never stop thinking about not by choice, and whom he’d arrived to see after so many years. There was no fear or anguish brought about by the other lovecraftian horrors lurking within these halls, but that tightness forming in his chest and the intimidated look in his eyes would lead bystanders to believe otherwise.
Deep breath. The guards were getting impatient. Stalling would only further to annoy them. Now that Cain was here, though, the one thing crossing his mind was how he could get out of here and back to the safety of Site-17. Confronting his metaphorical demons was never something he thought he would be forced into doing like this. SCP-073, preferably called Cain. A golden child of the foundation staff despite the dangers he posed. He could feel the dirty looks burning into his skin from the SCPs who remained trapped there moving through the hallways. They didn’t take very kindly to thaumial staff-favorited anomalies such as himself. He was never looking for a fight, though, so he kept his gaze focused in front of him. ‘SCP-076-2. Object Class: KETER’ was plastered onto the sign by the door where Cain was directed to. Of course, all of the staff were far too cowardly to actually enter the chambers along with him out of fear of losing their lives to unbridled rage. His brother’s reputation reached far and wide much like his own, much to Cain’s chagrin. The doors retracted back into the walls allowing entry. No going back now.
“. . Abel?”
He would finally speak up, a bit startled by the doors slamming shut behind him. The amount of eyes on them both were uncanny. This was a big event in Foundation history, apparently.
“I. . Dislike that our reunion is under such intense circumstances, but I suppose that is out of our control now.”
Small talk would get him nowhere. Ripping off the bandaid now would avoid the heartache of later.
“Sigh.. Say what you wish to say to me so we can both be done with this. I know you probably wish to murder me and curse my name. I want this to be over as much as you do.”