[Michael's been standing facing a window for a while now. The images on it are simple but far too revealing to his liking--flashes of him and his siblings as kids and adults. They're not doing anything in particular but at least they're together. His reflection-self roughhouses with Nena until Johann pulls them apart.
The concept of a united, peaceful earth is too distant and abstract for him to really consider a wish. It's a purpose, something that he knows will happen if they were to intervene enough, and doesn't show in the reflection at all.
After a while, he puts a hand on his hip and snarls, muttering underneath his breath.]