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[goldenbullet]

H-Hey, wait- okay maybe that was rude of me.

[It was.]

But it's a little hard to trust anyone with the bullshit I've been through, okay. Evil scientists and the company I work for kidnapping me and making me "work" for them while they experiment on my friend, under threat of death by the way thank you very much.

[Gordon sighs, standing too, rubbing at his neck. He feels bad, but it's hard not to fall back into conspiracies and paranoia with everything he's been through.

Is it a poor excuse? Suuure, but it's his excuse!]

Have you ever had someone threaten to snap off a mercury thermometer in your willy before? Or to drag you behind the back of your own car until you're a bloody pulp? I have!

... erm, but uh even if you are an android spy, thanks for listening?

[rephase]

I would advise, at the very least, a paper trail with a dead man's switch, and to accept the possibility that you may not survive this employment. [ That much is quietly neutral, and he is still somewhat interested, even with the partial acknowledgement of Gordon's stress as excuse... he won't just tell him what he thinks Gordon should do. Half the fun in interacting with humans is letting them come up with their own ideas. ]

For the record, I am not now, nor have I ever been, human born. I take this form that I may not overly disturb those I speak with. [ He is quick to add: ] I don't have any interest in deception, any more than a closeted gay person would be quiet for the sake of 'leading someone else on'. Many people don't notice, you have good instincts.

[goldenbullet]

[Gordon deflates, nodding lamely.]

Me ending up on ice is... a very possible reality, trust me I know.

[Evil scientist lady has threatened him with the possibility, don't worry.]

Oh- uh. I was mostly taking the piss about the android spy thing? I mean, sort've.

[He definitely thought something was off with this guy, but he could never have guessed he actually wasn't human. Then again he had been talking with a giant robot from space so. Anything is possible.]

Soooo... if you're not human what are you then? A shape shifting cryptid? An all powerful being from another planet?

Or a not your business Gordon stop asking it's rude?

[rephase]

And there is nowhere you can go together that this institution cannot find you? [ Surprisingly (for some, anyway) he has helped people escape murderous institutions before. Like Salem! ]

I see. Yes, I don't have all the perfect mannerisms or social graces. [ Something is 'off' about him the way an autistic person would mimic neurotypicals, with mixed success. ] My High Priest is substantially worse than I am at imitating humanity. [ And he finds that funny, personally, because his High Priest likes humans arguably more than he does. ]

What I am is far more difficult to know than what I am not. [ A monster? A messenger? A mask? All, and none of these? ] For someone in extremis, as you are, the truth may not bear easily. But consider me, at least, no harbinger of further suffering for you. That much is accomplished well enough by others who are human through and through.

[goldenbullet]

Kind of? I mean we're working on getting out of here, me and someone else that is, getting Warren and I out of here. She's on the outside and used to work for Overhead too, now she's in hiding from them and it's a whole bloody mess.

If we do get out we'd be hiding too!

[Overhead doesn't take kindly to deserters. Or people putting their nose where they don't belong. People disappear... people end up dead.]

Honestly most humans don't either.

[Gordon being one of those humans.]

Oh uh- that's a relief? Haha... eh, so humans are the real monsters yadda yadda?