Mikhail nearly spat in the face of the Comissar right then and there, but remembering that it'd just result in his death, he simply uttered a sound of disgust. "Pueh!" He rubbed his mouth, scowling. "So that is it then? Because I do not know everything in the history of the Coalition, I'm rejected?" He was becoming quickly angry. "So because I am not a historian, a thinker, or an intellectual, I cannot join your ranks? Perhaps I should know everything, but I do not. There is far too much for one man to learn in a reasonable amount of time." He rubbed his eyes, trying to calm down. "If my loyalty and willingness to fight to the end for the Coalition is not enough; If flying of my own accord with your men to assist them in battle without so much as receiving an order from them is not proof of my adherence..." He regained his composure. "..Then I see no point in returning. I will go back to my simple life of a working man, and forget about this all."
