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 <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 
-(Command ethos: older sibling, wants to support the station)</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>(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>
 <p>(Throughout, memories of Abby, plurality becoming more evident)</p>