[As conscious as he is of his own past sins, Michael can't help but bristle at the accusation. It's not wrong, it's not, but isn't he trying the best he can? Whoever he wants to be, he can't stop being what he is.]

My kind don't deal in sacrifices. That's all human superstition, in my dimension.

[That sounds way too nice, honestly, but it's true. They don't have anything to do with living humans, no matter what the humans themselves like to say.]

Why would I walk around telling people what I am if I were going to do something like that? Especially another Reclaimer.