The name Erica didn't ring any of Mike's internal bells. While he did think it was sad that someone had died, he had a hard time grieving for someone he didn't know. It helped that he knew that this man was only saying these things to attack them psychologically. Sure, he knew that he was pretty weak, but he only had these powers for around a week, so of course he wasn't that strong yet. Maybe it was because his favorite genre of games was RPG, but Mike wasn't upset about that at all. In fact, it was part of the appeal to him. While he wanted to say that to this man as a way of countering his words, he knew better; him calling them weak could very well be an attempt to goad them into giving away information about themselves.

As for the deal; the idea of betraying the people who trusted him and becoming someone who captured people to be sold as slaves sounded vile to him. However, not as vile as being experimented on. Mike had been in so many hospitals, had so many drugs put into his system, and been cut open so many times, that the idea of being experimented on nearly made him lose control and rush the man in a blind rage. However, he managed to catch himself. "Dying in battle sounds much more pleasant then being a lab rat" he replied, his voice soul chillingly cold