He huffs a laugh, not entirely without humor. "No. I was... selected. To be the Archivist, a living record of unpleasant things. I was kidnapped because another servant, of a different fear, wanted to use me in their ritual to bring their fear into my reality to rule the world. That fear, the Stranger, and the Eye are enemies. I would have been a powerful prop for them - not that they'd have succeeded anyway." He rubs the back of his neck, then stops himself, pulling his fingers away from the scar there.