Braxiatel couldn't hold back his grimace for any longer. "Oh, Thete, must you?" He got to his feet and stepped away from the Doctor so he could turn his face from him. "Thete, Thete, Thete. What will we do with you?"
Braxiatel decided that if genocide made a Time Lord into this, he would never, ever commit it.
Then he paused and remembered how he had been forced to correct Minyos's timeline. He promised to check himself over for any psychological weaknesses the second he got back.
His fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, Braxiatel said, "Of course, you realize this isn't really about Omega or the Master. You've always been a bit..." He waved a hand vaguely. "Unwilling to let him go. Which I understand, even if I don't approve of it. What was, was, and hope will persist for the future. But I like to think he was never the measure of your self-worth as a... a whatever this is about. Oh, give me Bernice and a bottle of brandy, but spare me from the relationships of my own kind."
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Braxiatel decided that if genocide made a Time Lord into this, he would never, ever commit it.
Then he paused and remembered how he had been forced to correct Minyos's timeline. He promised to check himself over for any psychological weaknesses the second he got back.
His fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, Braxiatel said, "Of course, you realize this isn't really about Omega or the Master. You've always been a bit..." He waved a hand vaguely. "Unwilling to let him go. Which I understand, even if I don't approve of it. What was, was, and hope will persist for the future. But I like to think he was never the measure of your self-worth as a... a whatever this is about. Oh, give me Bernice and a bottle of brandy, but spare me from the relationships of my own kind."