She frowned, not buying his brushed-off-attitude-story one bit. So she sought the answer the only way she could, delving into his mind to see what he saw.
And it was hell. Frighteningly so, in fact, that she jumped, unable to withhold the gasp of absolute horror the scenes he'd seen and been in drew from her. She'd been in battle herself, had nearly died twice, one of which was a bloody mess no thanks to Sabretooth, but it nothing in comparison to watching a friend demolished in front of your eyes or crawling over various would-be body parts. She'd experienced war and loss, but Scout...Michael...had experienced something beyond her lever of comprehension.
Eyes wide with whatever, Elisabeth was without words and lay there with her jaw agape, trying to think of something, anything to say.