To be clear, detritus is a much broader term than blood.
‘Coagulated’ is kind of a giveaway, though.
I am fully cognizant of what Mikal is. I am also fully cognizant that nearly every capsuleer that dwells in lowsec on a permanent basis and is skilled at combat is no better than he. Have you met our primary opposition in Ushra’khan, a literal terrorist organization that also revels in the death of Amarr civilians? Have you met the alternative, ‘proper’ Amarr loyalists, who lack both the skill and spinal fortitude to do the work that is needed out here to oppose them? If yes, then you know the situation I am in.
The best I can do is what I am doing; to where possible tame and direct the madness that is capsuleerhood into the goals the Empire decrees. That is the only option, lest those goals be neglected entirely by the same callous warriors who would be fighting one another anyway, or be bungled entirely by organizations built upon the notion that solo patrols and disorganized, dewy-eyed well wishing accomplishes the Throne’s directives.
This war is vicious. It requires the vicious to fight in it. That is what Mikal Vektor is, that is what Harkon Thorson is, that is what every pilot worth their salt in this God-forsaken warzone is, has always been, and likely shall always be. Why? Because it is only they who willingly pour their very being into the combat that is needed to achieve anything resembling victory out here. It was they I had to fight through to get my men off of Floseswin IV, and it was they who fought at my side when most others abandoned them out of haughty moral concern after being inconveniently reminded a war was occurring.
Four years later, nothing has changed; the ‘good’ wring their hands and watch with disapproving scowls from the safety of hisec, and the ‘evil’ partake with skillful glee. There is no in-between, and if there is, it is likely only me. I despise this war, but I must fight it because no one else will press on while actually keeping what is best for Amarr in their heart.
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Watch out, Mikal might decide to be mean to you, like it’s supposed to actually matter.
It does not matter. Unlike many of my peers, I seem to have the incredible emotional strength to endure the mildly uncouth bile he occasionally spits at me. His words are exactly what I have always said them to be: the barking of a hound of the Empire. I have never been interested in the barking. I am only concerned about the hound’s teeth, and that they are sunk in the throats of the Empire’s enemies.
Unfortunately, I hold no leash on this hound, and can only do my best to stay those teeth from those who do not deserve it with words alone. I tried for a very long time, but I am not anymore. When the ignorant propose to cull a vicious yet vital dog, but offer nothing to replace it with, I begin to think they deserve to be bitten.
I have so much I want to say, but I think we both know it would be wasted.
I hope this war ends before the tools you have gifted the ‘terrorists’ are replicated in Amarrian lands.
Also I do hope someone is watching the Kingdom. They are getting crafty.
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Maybe, but remember, he’s promised to bite you the next time you say things like this. 
So do let us know how bad the bite is. If you still appear relatively unscathed after a week or so (since he seems to have a poor grasp of time, too), we’ll all know he’s a creampuff.
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He is more than capable of taking a finger from me. But so long as he takes worlds and stars from you, it feels worth it.
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You really do not have the high ground to preach heresy. You who fly with the enemy and attack those fighting for Amarr.
Stop taking out your guilt for your actions on the loyal sons and daughters of the Empress, who eradicate the enemy with lasers, missiles, autocannons, and even the divine light of the Suns.
Perhaps by biological indicators but certainly not in mentality. This entire ‘announcement’ is a bile-inducing affront to the average Gallente mindset.
Don’t fault the entirety of the Federation for the madness of a single individual. Particularly one that doesn’t even pretend to have affiliation with the Federation.
Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane!..
… it’s :thejoke: going waaaaaay over your head. But that’s ok, it’s an older joke. 
There’s the lickspittle we’ve all come to know!
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