May looked at Sasha before sighing, letting his shoulders drop. "Fine. But I don't agree with sending multiple people, possibly to their death, to try and save one person who may already be dead himself." He turned around and walked over to the corner of the room, sitting in a chair and leaning back, letting everyone else argue and bicker should they choose to. He let himself breath a little, and calm down, not saying anything more to contribute to the conversation. He drew his sword and put it on the table, letting it be something he could stare at while he listened. He still looked angry and adamant, but he obviously wasn't going to come back into the conversation, save murmuring, "Either I've accidentally stumbled into a cult and no one told me anything or this guy was pretty damn special."
