It's another second before Archeval says anything back, pushing back up from hands and knees to at least sit properly on his rear, still rubbing at his face trying to... come properly awake. His memory of the last half hour or so is pretty muddled, but now that he thinks on the sound of that voice next to him some more he's fairly certain--
"I do know you, don't I," he mutters, half to himself.
"Five, wasn't it?--"
This is his first time placing the voice to a face, and what a circumstance for it to happen in. He takes a deep breath trying to calm his own scattered nerves and pounding heart, staring over in the other's direction now with a little furrow to his brow.
"......I seem to vaguely recall someone telling me I should absolutely keep on heading outside, but in that case, thank you for changing your mind."
The words are bone-dry, but perhaps at least an indicator that Five's test subject has returned fully to his right mind. Arche's thoughts are working quickly as he keeps trying to piece together what just happened, glancing around the quiet, dusty farmhouse room they're suddenly sitting in. On the other side of a closed door now, no less.
"More the fool me for thinking I could walk onto the porch for five minutes, apparently. I would absolutely have sworn-- If anyone really could seek me out here across some absurd amount of distance, it would be my apprentice--"
He frowns a little at Five as he watches the other rubbing at his throat. Ah-- ah yes, that's right. The last moment comes back to him in a jumble now, feeling threat at the edge of his consciousness, reacting before he'd quite noticed what he was doing. He stumbles to his feet, brushing off his clothes a little, to approach in Five's direction. Not too quickly; he did just accidentally attack the other man, after all.
"...what did you see out there that made you decide to pull back?--" He's stretching out a hand in Five's direction now, though he doesn't touch. From all his extensive eavesdropping, Five may recall hearing that the self-proclaimed 'Dark Lord' also considers himself a healer. "Hold still."
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"I do know you, don't I," he mutters, half to himself.
"Five, wasn't it?--"
This is his first time placing the voice to a face, and what a circumstance for it to happen in. He takes a deep breath trying to calm his own scattered nerves and pounding heart, staring over in the other's direction now with a little furrow to his brow.
"......I seem to vaguely recall someone telling me I should absolutely keep on heading outside, but in that case, thank you for changing your mind."
The words are bone-dry, but perhaps at least an indicator that Five's test subject has returned fully to his right mind. Arche's thoughts are working quickly as he keeps trying to piece together what just happened, glancing around the quiet, dusty farmhouse room they're suddenly sitting in. On the other side of a closed door now, no less.
"More the fool me for thinking I could walk onto the porch for five minutes, apparently. I would absolutely have sworn-- If anyone really could seek me out here across some absurd amount of distance, it would be my apprentice--"
He frowns a little at Five as he watches the other rubbing at his throat. Ah-- ah yes, that's right. The last moment comes back to him in a jumble now, feeling threat at the edge of his consciousness, reacting before he'd quite noticed what he was doing. He stumbles to his feet, brushing off his clothes a little, to approach in Five's direction. Not too quickly; he did just accidentally attack the other man, after all.
"...what did you see out there that made you decide to pull back?--" He's stretching out a hand in Five's direction now, though he doesn't touch. From all his extensive eavesdropping, Five may recall hearing that the self-proclaimed 'Dark Lord' also considers himself a healer. "Hold still."