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It is with no light heart that I set quill to parchment, for I must needs unveil a matter most delicate and strange. In the course of our many contests and cordial exchanges upon the field of Overwatch, I have observed that one amongst us—he who goeth by the name “Pacman”—doth carry himself with a fondness most particular toward his fellow knights.
His words, though cloaked in jest, oft linger long upon the virtues of other men. His gaze, when he thinketh none do watch, strays not to the fair maidens of the lobby, but rather to his stalwart comrades. There is in him a softness, a subtlety of speech, that whispers secrets not yet uttered.
I cast no judgment, nor cry scandal—for love, in whatever form it taketh, is no crime—but in a realm so full of swords and shadows, even whispers may shake the walls.
With solemn breath and a heart full of questions,
Kevin