Eventually, Mikhail calmed down.
The release of those pent-up emotions had been extremely cathartic, but now, he felt drained beyond belief. Yet, despite his lack of energy, Mikhail managed to push himself out of bed and take his medicine.
The chill that washed through his body felt unbelievably refreshing, and when it got sucked up towards his Cerebral Core…
Mikhail felt some peace return to him.
After letting out a content sigh, the young man went outside to clean his face.
And as he did so, he took note of how it was just a few hours past midnight…
'I must've been crying like a bitch for a while, huh?'
He shook his head helplessly after having that thought, and proceeded to do what he had gone outside to do. And after his face was clean, all prim and proper and such, Mikhail went back into his tent, tied it up, and then took a nap.
