Michael
The immortal took in what was said with a slight frown, leaning back in the cart as he crossed his arms over his chest. As much as the man's goals were noble ones, she did bring up an interesting point. Was it truly his hand alone that set him along that path? Michael soon found himself wondering, if only for a moment, if that applied to him as well. It was a useless pursuit, however. Whether or not his path was preordained was something he'd learn for himself, he'd decided that long ago. There was no good in doubting it now.
"Perhaps, but old habits die hard," the immortal noted, "And for someone who seems to think far too much, you made that declaration with fairly little pause. Still, even if a puppet can see their strings, I guess what matters in the end is if the cause you find yourself backing is truly your own."