Chương 102: Not A Friendly Chat

Jerrick let out a deep breath. He saw two hollows in the place of that figure's eyes, and another one just where the mouth ought to be.

"Who are you?" Jerrick asked.

"I am Joar… Joar…Uh- Joar… Umm…" the figure stuttered.

Although Jerrick couldn't see his expressions, he could see that he was confused and had forgotten his name.

It's a pity, Jerrick thought seeing the current state of Jerrick's soul. He had forgotten everything about himself and yet was holding onto the land of the living without getting his soul corrupted. There was no darkness associated with his soul and serenity ruled his presence.

"Sh-she calls me Joar… My wife… Jasmine… I'm…Joar… You're Jerrick…I know you…"

"Arkhipov," Jerrick gave a lending hand. "You're Joar Arkhipov. I am Jerrick. We called you Hector back in the military… We fought together."