[b][i]Mykhailo Martinez[/i][/b]

Mykhailo listened to Fuka and Freyja, saying, "Whether they're in flight or not, they're going down. I brought down four planes last mission; two more are all I need to join you guys in Ace-hood."

He didn't mean anything bad about that, but he was tired of pretending that his every word was courteous and measured when, in fact, he just wanted to wear his heart on his sleeve, damn the consequences. And right now, wearing his heart on his sleeve meant telling his comrades-in-arms that he wanted to be an Ace and he was going to do whatever it took to the foe's planes to get it. As for the foe's ground forces... If he bullied them when or if they ran for the hills, that would make him a war criminal. Fuka had made it clear what she did to war criminals.

So Mykhailo's next action was to go to his plane and take off, making sure that his maintenance crew received some of his remaining courtesy and warmth. Despite everything that happened, the abuse of one's subordinates was a moral failing from his point of view. Once he soared the skies, they would all pay, the ones who killed Sokolov and threatened the lives of Shattered Steel's personnel for a cause opposed to his own.

[i]Let go, Mykhailo,[/i] his mind whispered as he thought of the skies he would be flying in. [i]Don't taint the heavens with your hate.[/i]

He hated. He despised the fact that he hated others. But he cannot pretend he didn't hold a burning rage in his heart. 

But he will keep letting go again and again until the poison in his soul is drained away. For Artemio, he can do nothing else.

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