Mikail sat with a grin befitting a fool. He was painstakingly listening to all that occurred around him, listening to the plights of others with rapt fascination. So much so that he openly ignored the positive situations like a plague of language. He was splendid in his uniform, however, his ushanka sitting atop his head like some great bear within its lair, resting. Peering outside the window and at the masses of destruction about the ship, he simply sighed and said with unwavering belief. “Look! It is a nice day out today!” The genuine excitement of his voice was almost palpable, in such stark contrast to the very real hell that took place outside the walls of the aircraft. Such was his boundless excitement that he grinned like a complete moron, eyeing each individual body and piece of debris like they were still splendid in their appearance and life. “Oh look! Is Petrov! Or, the body of! But doesn't matter, he seems happy as is.” 

Shifting about in his seat, Mikail looked dead at the commissar and smiled, where others saw such an act as downright dangerous, the Valhallan did it unflinchingly, yet not provocatively in the least. He stated with boundless glee. “The commissars on the home world are such delightful people, even when shooting of own men begins they are always so eager! I tell one of other officers, however, and I end up here. Ah. Life is good in that way I tell you. Not to mention that Dima stole commissar Kubachev's hat. That was hilarious.”

He didn't even seem to care when the side of the aircraft was ripped open! He simply gazed at it like a brand new window for which the turmoil of the outside could spill out in all their radiance. “If you look carefully! You see beautiful wildlife!” He gave a warming chuckle after this, not even bothered when the guardsman shot himself. Mikail took it like a joke. Even the crash and the pain he felt, he laughed and smiled. Even as he watched the fat melt of a human corpse near him, he laughed. War wasn't an issue with him, it was simply delightful.