Mike was shaking in place; they were going to let her live. Slumping down, his cannon arm hit the floor with a might *thunk* "...why...?" he asked no one in particular "why are they going to let her live? She came here to hurt people. She ordered her dogs to attack us. She could have [i]killed[/i] someone. So...so why are we letting her live? We're not even throwing her in some kind of jail. Just giving her to some weird girl as a pet, with no way to restrict her power. Why? She's a Witch. It's because of her kind that this school opened up again in the first place. They don't care about other people...they just want to destroy..." he trailed off, still having trouble believing that they were letting her get away with attacking the school. "I...I need to get to my room. I need to cook something to get my mind off of this..." He mumbled