Laz thought that passing out would be a good thing. And in some ways, it was. He no longer had to think and instead, he could just rest. Sadly for him though, his body wasn't going to leave him alone and neither were his dreams.
Passing out usually meant the end of pain, but in Laz's case, even in that darkness, he could feel it. The constant churning of his internal energy ball with the explosive bits of power it kept shooting off kept hitting him, even when he couldn't open his eyes. In the darkened dream realm, he felt like he was floating while constantly being pelted by fiery rocks.
And to top it all off, he kept seeing memories of Kat floating by.
The time they spent together.
The time they trained together.
Her cooking.
Her smile.
Her laugh.
Compared to the pain in his body, the pain in his heart was much worse.
