"It gets lonely."
Radical Larry sank somewhat, putting an oozing arm up to one side of the unforgiving cell wall and exhaling ruggedly. His silvery eyes were as dull as ever, only this time, they held a rather lively sadness. One that was actually human. And 106 never really showed emotion. No guilt, anger, happiness. Nothing. Similar to SCP-079, the old man appeared utterly heartless. He'd never actually sympathized with an injured human that pleaded so thoughtfully, proceeding to rip them limb from limb. All this because 106, or Corporal Lawrence, learned to never feel a thing.
Ever.