"I'm not sure I quite grasp the relevance," Ossie admits, feeling altogether stupid and sorry for himself. As he has been since he got the brooch and couldn't bring himself to put it on.

"There'd be the expectation for me to be any bloody good at it," he sighs, drumming his fingers on the table, "that it wouldn't just... be well-meaning attempts at keeping the people of this ship together. The Wyrd would be watching me."