It's already depressing enough not having Magnus here. Michael doesn't even want to think about if he's gone to a place and doesn't even have his family.
Groaning, he lets the book slip out of his hands, burying himself in blankets before an avalanche of depressing feelings washes over him. "Yeah, but it won't be with him. And I trusted him," he gripes. "He had magic and could work into my head, and pull the shit out that even I didn't know. He was my best shot at getting some of my memories back."
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Date: 2021-04-16 04:51 pm (UTC)Groaning, he lets the book slip out of his hands, burying himself in blankets before an avalanche of depressing feelings washes over him. "Yeah, but it won't be with him. And I trusted him," he gripes. "He had magic and could work into my head, and pull the shit out that even I didn't know. He was my best shot at getting some of my memories back."