As far as Leela was concerned, Braxiatel did not need of a knife of his own. He had hers but, before she could remind him of that, he had cut his finger and she found herself gazing in astonishment at the black blood.

"How did it happen?" she asked, quietly. Braxiatel was one of the most capable people she had ever met. The fact that he had died - without the prospect of regenerating and while trapped under the thumb of those that ran the machine - was difficult to accept.