Michael had no idea what he was talking about. Hell, Steve hardly did. He was part of the unhappy group, but what were they doing? Nothing more than getting together and trying to decide a course of action. "I think it's more their beliefs differ from what reality became," Steve added, quietly. He didn't want to get into a Death Eater vs Order debate with Michael right now, but he couldn't stand by quietly when Michael went on about his fellow Death Eaters. He knew some of them didn't really believe in what they fought for - Steve hadn't - and he knew some hadn't had a choice. They all had their reasons, though. Some were better than others.
"I won't be able to get another, if you lose that one. Knives are infinite, but Ollivander won't keep taking my bullshit stories." Without realizing it, Steve had just committed himself to Michael. Given him an unspoken promise that when those weapons ran out, there was a good possibility Steve would gift him more. It would be a decision he made when the time came, but as of right now? He'd do it. Steve glanced towards the door and sighed. "I need to get going. Before Rose worries or someone comes looking." Someone from either of their sides; it wouldn't look good.