"Making it up? If you like." He shrugs, briefly grateful that his emotions aren't visible in the Force to someone like Five -- as far as he's aware, anyway -- as he does his best to keep his discomfort at that question off his face. He did the damage, and he has the power to fix it, so why wouldn't he? At the end of the day, there's a reason he gets along with Eleven, after all. But that's not the sort of thing he's prepared to admit to somebody as cagey as this just yet. For all that Archeval has been fairly open about details of his powers with people like Fox, now that he's standing here looking Five in the face he doesn't deign to elaborate on his own -- if Five wants more information, he might actually have to stoop to asking a question.

"But I suppose the idea has merit." Arche gives a thoughtful hum as he finds a spot to lean against a nearby cabinet, staring out a grimy window into the dark. Upon brief inspection it doesn't look like whatever was after them in the forest has followed them back, but perhaps that's only to be expected. "Depending upon what it, or they, might want. Hijacking me would be only logical." He gives a faintly frustrated sigh. "Suppose I'm stuck looking into this now. Do you intend to keep pursuing it?"