The woman stopped shaking him. When Archetype looked into her eyes, all he could see was sadness. And when she turned away from his face, he could've sworn he saw a tear run down.
She turned her back toward him and softly asked him, "You really don't remember me?"
He lied there for a bit and stood up. "I'm sorry. I think you have me confused with someone else" He extended his hand out, attempting to help her to her feet.
The young woman hesitated for a second, then grabbed his hand.
She looked directly at him and said sternly. "Is that so. Even after all those times I communicated with you?"
"Ah...!" He backed away a few inches away from her and held his head. All of the conversations he had with that strange voice flooded into his head all at once, and finally an image of a white-haired girl flashed through his mind. After the barrage of voices and images subsided, he regained his composure and stepped closer to her.
"You're the one who was speaking to me. The voice that was constantly in my head. Just who are you?" He demanded to know.
"Looks like someone's been hitting the ganja one too many times." Keco quipped to Borock-bot.
The woman searched Archetype's face and found that he seemed to be telling the truth. He really had no clue who she was.
She reached around her neck and un-clipped the necklace her pendant hung on. She took his hand and placed the pendant in it. "Do you remember this?"
Archetype stared at the pendant for several seconds, until suddenly, his eyes widened. "This pendant... where did you get it?!"
She reached out her hand. "So you're starting to remember... maybe this will help jog your memory." She took the pendant from his hand and opened the clasp, revealing a photo of a beautiful, fair-skinned woman. She placed the pendant once again in his hand. "Now do you remember?" She asked in a sad tone. "Do you remember this woman and what she went through? Do you remember the frightened little girl you held in your arms as you ran out of the building?" Her voice was trembling the more she spoke about it.
Archetype stood there stunned, and whispered the word "Luna"
He steadily walked over to couch and plopped down on it. "I... uh... I have to sit down for a bit." Archetype became incredibly distraught at the sheer sight of Luna's picture. He looked at Borock-bot and the others and spoke to them in a slow, shallow voice, "You guys get ready to go to the Weapons Shack.. I'll join you in a bit..."
(Turns out this may take a while. I have lots of ground to cover with Phi and other stuff I have planned. But I'll end it here for the sake of not dragging this out. I suppose I can continue with it at a later point.
Also, in case some of you didn't know, Ganja is a kind of weed.)
(GET TO THE WEAPONS SHACK ALREADY! 
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(Rude much?
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