You know, when it comes down to it, just about everything I touch turns to shit. My foster father turned out to be evil and I killed him, which got me a parole with possibility of death sentence for years. I got my girlfriend turned into a vampire, started a war with those vampires, and have managed to piss of gangsters, faerie queens, and everyone in between. I've betrayed good friends' trust, kept secrets from them. And those victories I do have? Usually come down to sheer dumb luck and being too damn stubborn to die.
I'm almost positive I'm not as good a person as Michael thinks I am.