Sven looked at the notecard he'd been handed. Paper like this was a luxury on the station, but he understood. He-

He wished he could remember all the names he should be writing down. Sometimes fuzzy memories crept in, just beyond reach, but so far he'd never been able to grab a single one of them.

There were others, though, who he'd fought alongside. And before that, hazy-

The remembrance ceremony wasn't for a few more hours. There was still time to think.

Sven wasn't sure he wanted to think, though.

'All those who are absent.'

Especially at his hands.