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.
19-12-YC120

Five worlds aflame with rebellion.  Sani heretics skulking in the shadows, murdering and violating.  Untold numbers of criminals and degenerates.  And Tribals, Gallente, and a thousand dishonoured Traitors within our Motherland.

And now this.

Nation.

Sansha's mindless automatons spreading their soulless malevolence through Zemont!  In Nakri! My own home!  I could not sleep last night, nor tonight.  I have been standing here I do not know how long, watching out of the window, waiting for them to come.  If they are going to take anyone from Nakri, they would have to come to the stations, but I do not think they will.  Still, I have done, and will do, my part.

I cannot join the anti-Incursion fleets.  It would be too dangerous to the operation, given that our enemies could attack me at any time, even if they were in the fleet with me.  I cannot expect Tribals to put a defence against Sansha above their hatred of Amarr.  They are animals, they cannot think like that.  I missed the Dresi operation too.  I must put my home, my family first.  I am sure the Admirals will understand.

I keep thinking of Alexandr.  I hope he is alright.  I think our Household Guard will fight even better with my little brother leading them, but any conflict, even one putting down ill-organised rebels, has dangers.  Come back safe, Sasha.

I will have to summon Edward here and explain my reasons for rejecting his "present".  Perhaps that is what they do in The State, where they do not have to worry about sophisticated social mores, but Amarrian Ladies do not accept such expensive items from foreign gentlemen whom they hardly know.  A shame, it included a Slicer.  I do so like Slicers.  Besides a gift should mean something, not be given as some sort of charity.

I almost had the same trouble from Aldrith, although he offered help in the form of a loan.  I most certainly will not do that, much as I had to offer pleasant assurances as sincerely as I could.  I am not a charity case.  The deSilvestris family does not require hand-outs.

Besides, Mother would be furious!

I am so tired.  I am getting a headache.

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