Thoughts of his old friend and Lily had mixed into a hellish slurry of emotional turmoil that completely overwhelmed Mikhail's mind, causing his already weakened body to involuntarily shut down as his subconscious struggled to find and deal with the source of the stress.
Eventually, he began to stir, his mind still hazy from the unhelpful rest.
The slurry of emotions had become barely managable.
Grief.
Rage.
And pain.
But not physical pain.
He felt the pain of betrayal as his thoughts grew clearer.
How could she say things of that nature to him?
She could come off as taciturn, stiff, and rude, sure…
And sure, Mikhail and her weren't exactly the chummiest of chums the same way he was with the rest of the group…
But Mikhail and her had spent a great deal of time together. Both during training and outside of it.
