"'How did he leave' seems a fair enough question." Braxiatel scoffed. "You should never run away from a trial you'll have to attend eventually. It only makes you look more guilty."

Both the Doctor and Braxiatel knew this from experience, of course. Braxiatel had not even had the honour of a trial when he had been exiled. All he had done for them, everything he had given up for them, and they had repaid their debt with an exile and a denouncement.

Brax took a surreptitious sip of his tea. It had been harder to suppress his anger and resentment lately. The Doctor wasn't the only one looking for a good distraction.