Lua's eyes fluttered open, and noticed he had returned to the darkness of the dungeon. He looked around, and saw the ghostly man pacing around the room. Lua felt an odd wetness underneath his eyes, something that he wasn't used to. It made him feel like a child again, one that would cry at the slightest thing.
"...Whose memories were those?" Lua asked, wiping the tears that had stopped flooding. He felt that his mind was spinning and couldn't think properly due to the influx of information he had received. He wasn't entirely sure what had just happened, but somehow felt that it was too real to be faked.
Hearing Lua, the ghostly man stopped moving in his tracks and looked at him, his mood lifted up immediately. A smile formed on his lips. He approached Lua, and crouched down next to him. He spoke with a serene voice:
