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 <p>Applause around the table. An extra few boxes of donuts were set out, as well as an extra carafe of coffee for some and Kira&rsquo;s Special for others — it would probably not be a great start to the shift if half of command was sick from caffeine poisoning.</p>
 <p>After a few more minutes of amiable chatter and yet more handshakes, Soot called the rest of the meeting to order. It was simply a sharing of tasks for the day, a report on the status of the station as left by the previous shift (new windows outside evac indicating a meteor strike, grime and wrappers <em>everywhere</em> indicating a lack of a janitor, and so on). </p>
 <p>They always kept such brief. There was little need for more bureaucracy, when many of them would also be dealing with paperwork throughout the day, and only a few of them found such enjoyable.</p>
-<p>It was all part of their ethos, when they worked a command role such as this. They were a leader in some ways, yes, but they were most of all a support. They were an older sibling to the whole of the crew — or so they imagined, as they had been an only surviving child. One of the kind ones. One who might offer gentle ribbing, yes, but one who wanted nothing more than to see them succeed. They were one who helped buoy them up, helping engi with the TEG here, helping med with chems there.</p>
-<p>Of all the departments, though, they paid attention to epistemics, the department that tracked the intersection of anomalous events with this world, the one in which they inhabited. Trauma will ever do as it does, and they had no desire to ever let happen what had </p>
+<p>It was all part of their ethos, when they worked a command role such as this. They were a leader in some ways, yes, but they were most of all a support. They were an older sibling to the whole of the crew — or so they imagined, as they had been an only surviving child. One of the kind ones. One who might offer gentle ribbing, yes, but one who wanted nothing more than to see them succeed. Soot was one who helped buoy them up, helping engi with the thermo-electric generator here, helping med with chems there.</p>
+<p>Of all the departments, though, they paid attention to epistemics, the department that tracked the intersection of anomalous events with this world, the one in which they inhabited. Trauma will ever do as it does, and they had no desire to ever let happen what had had happened to them so long ago, that accident that tore at their face and tore at their identity, leaving them ever in two, ever as Soot and Abby, command and kid. They&rsquo;d credit it with being the driving motivation for who they were as Soot, and at the same time, they would credit it just as much for the childish immaturity that remained in their other self.</p>
+<p>Not that they did not also love Abby. </p>
+<p>It was just that <em>now,</em> ey was Soot. Soot had work to do. Soot was the one who got a job at Nanotrasen, had studied hard and passed all the qualifications, had wormed their way into the ranks of command.</p>
+<p>Abby had her own work to do, and that was work of comfort and processing.</p>
 <p>(Command ethos: older sibling, wants to support the station)</p>
 <p>(Glimmer keeps rising)</p>
 <p>(Mantis critted, but revived, talks of hearing lots of mites)</p>