Session 1: What the F%@!?

My sister is alive. Fuck.
 
I accidentally helped stop an assassination by a member of the Volstrucker. Fuck.
 
I have to flee and go to Xhorhas. Fuck.
 
All of us are in over our heads. At least we seem to be a competent bunch. Our competence was part of our problem though. There is no way the Volstruckers will just let our interference slide. Even if we all tried to go our separate ways and let Viertree and Loc fend for themselves, eventually one of their daggers would catch up with us. Leaving my homeland is the only way I can avoid a certain death, and that... sucks.
 
So is it strange I'm almost relieved to have something to focus on that is more important than Vamwaeline?
 
I don't know how to handle the fact that my sister is alive. I definitely don't know how to handle the fact that she's apparently the head of the family now, with all of the resources, prestige, and power that she craved... that she essentially got everything she wanted. She should be dead. I don't have a clue how she's not dead. Nobody could have survived a fall like that. I saw her impact, she shouldn't be alive.
 
The whole reason I felt able to run and hide for the last seven years was that I knew that the family would be in better hands than my own. Now I know that she is the one with the reigns, and I'm not going to lie.
 
Despite years of regretting my rash actions, despite lingering sibling attachment, when I heard the news... I really wanted to fucking kill her again.
 
I still do.
 
Funny how that works out.
 
Still... I don't have a chance in hell of getting anywhere near her right now. I need to find out what has been happening. I let myself go about with my head in the sand for too long. I need to reach out when I have the chance, but at the moment? My new allies and I need to run. Run and run and run some more.
 
Though I hope we can get out of the city without meeting that guard. I really don't want to have to...
 
This is a mess. Levin and I were just supposed to be stopping in for a drink before... something. Now Levin knows a lot more than I intended to tell him. I trust him, but I didn't want to drag him into my mess. Though truth be told, Levin seems quite happy to drag himself into messes of his own.
 
The others seem nice enough.
 
We'll see if I'm alive to write the next entry.