Dying was everyone's eventual fate, and yet Mikhail never thought much about it until he'd clung to the outside of the citadel saving someone he'd spent most of his life hating.
What is wrong with me? He'd been going along quite well in life before he'd gotten dragged into the mess that was Rafe's existence.
Why didn't I walk away? Why did he go along? Why? Why? Why?
All very good questions that had one answer. Because he is my brother, and he needs me. They needed each other. Mikhail wasn't a copy of Rafe, he was the other half. Together, they were stronger. But at the same time, it seemed Mikhail had some powers that Rafe didn't, such as the one that allowed him to connect to the citadel. Not exactly the most pleasant of experiences.