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It took some time for Mikhail to force himself to calm down. Old habits die hard and due to the mental exhaustion, he was more paranoid than ever. The fact that Mikhail himself knew how dangerous Black Widows were didn't make it easier. When he finally was able to though, almost as if she was just waiting for him to become comfortable, Mikhail felt her finger touching his forehead, a signal that the process was starting. Despite that, Mikhail couldn't help but to feel weird as her skin touched his. It was a... weird sensation... To have another one touch his skin so delicately like that. A sensation that he had almost forgotten... But together with that strange, but rather pleasant sensation, also came flashes from memories that weren't his anymore... Happiness, love and then an agonizing sadness... 

[color=6ecff6][I]"Memories from a life long past. A life that is not mine anymore."[/I][/color] Mikhail thought to himself, warding off those unpleasant fragments, concentrating solely on the treatment that was about to begin.

As he heard the black widow calmly walking, her steps echoing through the room as she opened the cabinet he couldn't help but wonder if he was finally going to be free from those memories. Resuming her work, Mikhail could feel her carefully gathering the fragments on his mind and examining one by one, almost if trying to complete a terribly complex puzzle. Almost as if watching memories from an entirely different person, Mikhail watched as the fragments started making a bit more sense. He saw a woman... Someone that was clearly special to him, he saw more than just friendship, he saw love, pure and genuine. But suddenly, the love and happiness on her eyes turned to pain and sadness... An agonizing, almost painful sadness... Together with those, anger, rage and betrayal... 

Unlike the other times though, this time it was different than when he saw those fragments on nightmares... They were clear, he could see them without feeling so many different emotions and without feeling involved with them. It was much easier to analyze them. But as he started to do so, he felt a sharp tug on his heart when he thought about the woman and remembered the how it felt when Faeril touched his forehead... What was that...? Pain...? Sadness...? He could feel those feelings wrapping themselves around his mind... The memories becoming more real the more he thought about them. The feeling he had lost something important, that he had lost a part of himself...

[color=6ecff6][I]"NO!... no... I'm not that person anymore... Those memories... that life... is not mine."[/I][/color] Mikhail thought to himself, immediately forcing himself to reject those feelings.

Faeril's harsh voice interrupted his thoughts, forcing him to open his eyes and forget about the memories and the woman he saw there. When he looked to Faeril, it became obvious that quite some time had passed since they began the session. Not only Faeril herself was sweating, but Mikhail also was. The memories, flashes and the feelings he had felt a second back were distant in his memory... Dull... Almost as if they were someone else's. Mikhail knew better than to try and think about them once more. He assumed that was thanks to something Faeril did.

[color=6ecff6]"I see. I will be in your hands until then. I trust you and your abilities."[/color] Mikhail said with a slight bow, replying to her.

She could have killed Mikhail, she could have altered his memories but she didn't. Mikhail took a leap of faith when he decided to trust her and she didn't disappoint him. The last words he said, about him trusting her were a clear signal of that.