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

"Roger!" said Mykhailo as he accelerated his F-16, 'leaping' towards the sky, seemingly vanishing into the clouds... Then all of a sudden, diving down just above one of the missile boats, dropping a GPS-guided bomb on its deck, that hopefully lit that pest in flames and sowed the fear of [i]something[/i] on the crew of the last remaining one - Scott brought down one and he hopefully brought down another - A kill offered up to Stingray to finish off. 

Now the foe will flee or die; he knew their rationale, their reasons for anger and rage. Their nations had suffered under the ex-colonial powers that made up the N/UN, and they wanted vengeance. Their values were 'traditional', and had given them meaning and belonging in the face of hardship, and they did not want to drop them in the face of new, 'decadent' values that spat at their struggle and stank of hypocrisy, according to them. 

Let them hate; he was ready to let go even when they would not. If they do not yield, he will stop them from harming anyone else.

There was some part of him who wanted to go beyond that, though; some part of him that hated back, hyperfixated on how much they hated and hurt him and wanted to return the favor. But he knew this was monstrous, that it would prevent him from getting his own happiness, and also burn his connections with other people. 

So he let go; he let go again and again until it took. He cut off the part that enjoyed his vengeance against these people; let the explosion of the GPS-guided bomb drive out his own hate with its noise. He will keep fighting till the end, both others and himself...

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