Updates with 2023/2024 edits

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-Artemis---Lagrange transmission delay:\\
+Artemis—Lagrange transmission delay:\\
 38 days, 22 hours, 11 minutes
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@@ -15,13 +15,13 @@ I sent my last letter before receiving Aurel's. I will not apologize for apparen
 
 Is that what one does in this situation? Congratulate? Either way, I wish them the best.
 
-It's also spurred a line of thinking within me that I'm still trying to tease apart, and I'm hoping that writing you will help in that. Doubtless you'll have some insights, sure, but also just the act of writing — to someone I trust, no less — should be helpful on its own.
+It's also spurred a line of thinking within me that I'm still trying to tease apart, and I'm hoping that writing you will help in that. Doubtless you'll have some insights, sure, but also just the act of writing—to someone I trust, no less—should be helpful on its own.
 
 Let me begin by saying that I appreciate the way that the clade has provided me options for opting into dealing with topics regarding the Odists. It was initially quite helpful, but as I work through my thoughts on the matter, intentionally engaging with them as a topic has become my new goal. So long as that content is clearly delineated, I see no reason to hide it behind eyes-only segments. If I'm up for reading it, I'll read it. If not, I won't. Thank you for all of your thoughtfulness over the last few years.
 
 So, why the Odists? What is it about them that leads to us working so well together? We're hardly the same. We're hardly an exact match. We are two puzzle pieces in the broader whole of the world. Not \emph{matching} puzzle pieces, but close. We don't fit together perfectly.\footnote{I suspect that might have actually been rather boring.}
 
-And perhaps that's it. Perhaps it's the way we both accept that, internalize it, make it part of who we are when taken in combination. I loved — no, still love — Dear. It was so weird, and it drove me fucking nuts at times. It could be too much, too intense. Sometimes, it was too wrapped up in its art to thoughtfully engage with the world around it. It was prone to tantrums and sulking.
+And perhaps that's it. Perhaps it's the way we both accept that, internalize it, make it part of who we are when taken in combination. I loved—no, still love—Dear. It was so weird, and it drove me fucking nuts at times. It could be too much, too intense. Sometimes, it was too wrapped up in its art to thoughtfully engage with the world around it. It was prone to tantrums and sulking.
 
 But me? I was dense. Not just when I was new to the concept of relationships (though certainly more so then!), but throughout our time together, I was constantly misreading cues, misunderstanding the depths of emotions, falling apart when I hadn't the emotional literacy to deal with what was happening around me.
 
@@ -51,7 +51,7 @@ There is one more thing that I'm a little hesitant to ask about, because I'm not
 
 I've noticed that you've been talking about Rareș quite a bit more over the last year. I touched on it briefly last letter, but I want to approach it more intentionally: what was it that brought him to mind?
 
-I still think about him, you know. I think about how when he got frustrated, he'd smile, but with his brows knit. It was such a uniquely \emph{him} expression. I think about our parents' funeral and how, even at 10, he seemed to understand on a deep level — deeper than us — the finality of death. I think about the confusion and hurt on his face when we announced we were going to upload. It's not that he didn't love aunt Rahela, or that she didn't love us, but we were so much more a parent to him than she ever was.
+I still think about him, you know. I think about how when he got frustrated, he'd smile, but with his brows knit. It was such a uniquely \emph{him} expression. I think about our parents' funeral and how, even at 10, he seemed to understand on a deep level—deeper than us—the finality of death. I think about the confusion and hurt on his face when we announced we were going to upload. It's not that he didn't love aunt Rahela, or that she didn't love us, but we were so much more a parent to him than she ever was.
 
 I still think about him and hope that we did the right thing. I think we did. I think \emph{you} did.