You could tell by now that this SCP had strong opinions about you and your colleagues, but you didn't let that intimidate you. You shifted in your seat, looking directly at them now. "Let's stop that there. I am here interview you, not get caught up in a stupid argument." You growled, glancing over the next few questions. You could feel the entity staring at you as you looked down at your papers.
You glanced up to it, but then looked back down at the next question. "Where does your bloodline originate? Who were the founders of your specific bloodline? What is your heritage?" You asked, trying to break down the question for the entity, because you knew how hard questions like this could be for it to answer.
It seemed to think for a few moments, before looking at you with a serious look. "I don't know. Father has never talked about where he was from, nor has he talked about the rest of our family. I'm not sure if we even have living relatives other than each other." It said, blinking slowly.
You felt a frown creep onto your face, but you quickly hid it with a neutral expression. "Is there any possible way to figure out where your father is from? Other than trying and failing to ask him where his birth place was?" You then asked, placing your hands together neatly on your lap as you sat up straight.
Again, the entity began to think, but soon came up with a solution. "Have you never tried genetic testing? Or blood testing? I'm pretty sure both could shed some light on at least where he was born, or where most of his family was born." It asked you, keeping it's gaze set upon you, slightly glaring at you with those bright amber; nearly red eyes of theirs. You wanted to kick yourself and everyone else who hadn't thought about that. It was obvious that it was option, but yet neither you nor your colleagues had thought to do it. It was quite clear that you were mad at yourself, as the entity tilted it's head as your face grew slightly hot. "Are you blushing, Doctor?" It asked soon enough, blinking a few times with a puzzled look.
"What the- No!" You said back, embarrassed that this thing thought you had been blushing over something.
SCP-049-J sat back in their chair, fixing their gaze from tilted to upright. "Of course, Doctor. I apologize for assuming." They said in a respectful manner, bowing their head to you. You were definitely taken aback by their question, though you tried your best to hide it. As you re-collected yourself, the entity began humming, of which to you sounded like old church hymns. You quickly moved onto the next question, trying to hide your nerves and embarrassment. "Why have you not yet been able to prove that you do in fact uphold the abilities you claim you have?" You gave it your question, breathing in slowly.
"Why, dear Doctor, it is simply not the right time. There will come a time; Where I will show you, and your colleagues, just how amazing and powerful my powers are. But; I have to be sure you won't try and restrict me further, because 'I'm too powerful to trust'. I merely want to help the world, to keep them safe from each different strain of the pestilence, of which you all claim are different diseases. I assure you, Doctor. Everything branched off from the Pestilence. Each disease you claim aren't a part of the pestilence; They're all connected. They're just different strains of the disease." It responded, leaning forward in their chair. It glanced off to the side, before looking back at you.
"Why should we trust that you have these abilities?" You questioned it, giving it a serious look.
"Because doctors are supposed to have faith in each other's abilities, dear Doctor." SCP-049-J replied calmly, their gaze now fixed on their hands, as they fiddled with their fingers.
You huffed roughly, blinking a few times to reconcentrate.
"How much do you remember from your date of birth?" You soon asked, changing the subject.
"....." The entity paused for a few moments, glancing at the floor, seeming reluctant to answer your question.
"Bright lights, a cracked eggshell covering my back, the warm touch of father as he would hold me for the first time. Everything was so bright I couldn't yet see clearly. I could make out the generic forms from each of you who had been waiting for my birth. I do remember, father telling me that my mother wouldn't be coming back to either of us. Even though I was saddened by the fact when I learned to understand what father was telling me about my mother, I tried to keep father and myself happy while we were contained together. I was very quick to learn who my father was, taking notice of his voice, and using it to stay around him. Not once in my early life did I go towards foundation personnel. Often times they'd have to pick me up and pin me there to get me away from father. He normally wouldn't do anything unless he knew they were hurting me." SCP-049-J answered you. "I don't have much memory of my younger years anymore. I don't see father enough to keep the memories I made with him in my youth strong, and common thoughts for me."
