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.
 4-12-YC121

Praise God and the Eternal Empress!  The sweet, precious taste of Vindication.

They said I was just jealous, just petty, an angry, hurt, jilted lover, spiteful for being cast aside without a second thought.  Yet I knew.  I knew!  The truth is out, posted onto the IGS for all to see, and now everyone can witness what I already knew.

The Matari whore is a spy.  Tasked with twisting and manipulating the thoughts and minds of Tribals and Amarr alike, to corrupt their morals and accept the unacceptable.

I have never had such a feeling before.  I cannot even begin to describe the sheer JOY!  Her handlers have openly admitted not only the mission, but also its sheer and utter failure.  She thought she was so clever, so careful, so believable.  It failed because of me!  If I had accepted their relationship, I am sure others would have too, and no-one would be any the wiser.  Yet it made no sense.  Reject me? For her?  No-one with even the slightest degree of sense believed that, especially as he barely even gave the flimsiest of reasons.

I must admit, of course, that Elsebeth Rhiannon also saw her for what she was.  Rhiannon may be a sworn enemy, but I have a respect for her.  She is intelligent and insightful.  Such a pity she is not on our side.

A clever mission.  I almost wish I had thought of it first.  They picked the perfect target, of course.  Easily turned, willing to see the good in everyone, not a shred of healthy, natural suspicion.  I almost feel sorry for him.  A part of me hopes that her punishment for failure is of the harshest kind, but I do also have some concern for poor Constantin.  It is unlikely that his mistake will be dismissed as unthinking foolishness, and his punishment may also be severe.  He may be better to remain with the Tribals.

A thought occurs to me.  What if he was not the victim of a plot?  What if he was a co-conspirator?  That may explain some things.  What if some of the things he said to me was a part of it, him trying to corrupt me?  I think that perhaps this ought to be investigated further.  Things are not over yet.

For now, however, I intend to celebrate!  It is not every day my heart is filled with such a sense of happiness.

Oh, Vindication, you taste so very sweet indeed! Thank you, My Eternal Empress, for this gift. Thank you so very much.
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