[ that's fair, it's not like most people do, is what he wants to say, alongside some kind of snarky comment about how melodramatic that just looked and sounded, gazing out at the forest in that outfit while saying those words (all that was missing was the dramatic breeze...!)

... except that those words kinda hit a bit close to home. Michael's been lucky so far, but that's just it; lucky. every time he's headed into the forest, it's been with somebody who can actually fight; the closest he's ever come to real danger was with the sirens, and even then, bar one instinct-fuelled life-or-death tug-of-war match, he mostly avoided any out-and-out confrontation by ducking out the way and staying out of sight. sooner or later, his luck might just run out, right...? ]

... I mean, that was super dramatic, but you got me there. [ :/ ] I don't really know how I feel about fighting anything for real, though.