Michael shook his head and looked at Luna, terribly serious. "I have always made sacrifices, Luna. Always. What would have been one more." he whispered, shaking his head. But now it was too late, she was gone and had apparently no desire to come back this time.
"Don't make any promise to me." Last time someone had promised.. well now it was over and all Michael could do was wonder if anyone ever kept their promises anymore.
Whether he'd heal or not, he didn't know for sure but for now it hurt as all hell. "I'm not going to be able to change the world, I'm afraid. Just an other.. illusion."