You're where the Wild Things are...

An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.

Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.

If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.

You Never Fly Alone.
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Aldrith must have had the report by now, but he has not spoken to me about anything.  Not yet.

I needed some time somewhere quiet, so I went along to that tea-house where I had met Edward.  I suppose something in me wanted him to be there, but he did not seem to be.  It was so quiet and peaceful, standing there looking out over the landscape (I so rarely get to go planetside it is always so beautiful, no matter the environment).  I could not help singing to myself, just a little song from my childhood.  I still remember when Father sang that song to me, it was always his favourite.  It is strange to think I share my name with the girl, but the difference, is I am the one away at war.  I just wish I had someone to write love letters to.

He must have been sitting there the whole time before he said anything.  At least it was a compliment, even if he does not speak a word of my mother tongue.  He was his usual suave, nonchalant  self.

He was even quite relaxed when he told me he has sided with our enemies.

I did not believe him at first, not completely.  I am still not sure if I do now.  I hope it is not true, that it is just some strange twisted Caldari humour, but I fear it is not.  I know he hates the Cartel, almost as much as I do, but to do this?

I tried, one last time.  I should not have, but I could not help it.  He is not interested though.  That is alright, I do not blame him.  Who would be?  It could not be now anyway.

He can no longer be more than a friend.  I hope he does not become an enemy.
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