Mike didn't mean to threaten or be disrespectful to the horsemen, but he had been raised differently then the horseman and had emotions which he tried to display, but did little to the horseman. He looked tired, since for the last 2 and a half days he had been without any real sleep walking and fighting his way here. His blade though was not pointed at War, it was sheathed and resting on his back under his cloak, War might see the lump but whether was a weapon or something large would be hard to say as it was completely covered. The only weapon he had on him was his left arm, which had a fake arm that had a cannon like weapon in it and that was pointed up and away and was no threat. Plus War had never said to drop your weapons or anything of that sort, nor had he ever raised his weapons at War.<br/><br/>"Cursed one?" he asked "what do you mean by that, and why am I unworthy to live." He wanted to say more, but he held his tongue for now, he wanted to fight back at him for merely saying he was unworthy to live. It was true he was a shell of his former self, but no one man or being should decide that fate without giving them a chance to do better. "I pray that neither Death nor Pestilence find me, I have seen Death once and I don't want to see him again" he said. Whether he was referring to the horseman or just a lot of death, it didn't say and left it up to the horseman to decide for himself. War's last comment was the first thing that Mike did agree with him on, that this was a bad spot and he should leave.<br/><br/>"Why are the angels outside of heaven?" he asked the creature that appeared and wondered why he was here. She looked like a mix of a demon and an angel, either way so long as she didn't attack him he could care less. If the creature wanted to know more it could ask and he might tell her, but for now that was all he said as he slowly made his way down to the first floor area where the rest were, still not coming close to war or the other beings.