Journal Entry of Ryven Krennel
Onboard Revelation-class Dreadnaught: "Princess Shalee"
Titus always used to refer to a certain feeling a man can get sometimes. He finds himself caught between one difficult situation and another. He said all a man can do when encircled in flames is to just drink the fire. I feel I've been drinking the fire lately.
I fell in a little over a year ago with someone that it was probably unwise to fall for. We've flown together now for probably hundreds of patrols. When the Knighthood fell apart, she was the reason I joined the Imperial Outlaws. I've followed her all over this warzone, from one battle to the next. Until less than a week ago, I kept my silence, and even got married to another woman. Leela, probably the most insanely tough and courageous woman I know, sat me down and ended our marriage over it, because she saw what I didn't see. She knew our lies were going to kill us in the long run, and that I had to finally just go for it. So, I did.
This was probably an insanely stupid thing to do. But, what else could I do, really? If I kept my silence, then what would that do? I would stew and fester and wither, losing one love over another that I could never attain. Now I've told her, and I am likely going to pay a steep price for this revelation. Her rather charming boyfriend is not exactly going to be terribly friendly about this. She already told him about my pronouncement of my feelings. And I have been invited by said fiance to have a drink onboard his flagship. I am likely walking into an evening of ample unpleasantries.
So, here I am. I find myself in a situation where everywhere I look, there are flames closing in. The only option I have is to just drink the fire, and laugh at the devil. I can't turn back now.
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