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 [Wynter doesn't immediately react to the video on, but it's because he's thoughtful rather than unaware. When he does look at the feed he's alert and focused.] My name is Tungwynterestemont. But you can call me Wynter.

I'll be acting as security while here and I'll be very good at it. [He's not saying that to reassure himself, but to make sure his young appearance doesn't make others doubt him, on both sides of the fence.

But that said, he eases off.] Happy to be here.

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[givessweetness]

[That's certainly a lot brighter than Iris' admittedly second hand and patchy accounting of what occurred.]

He's a good man. [Well, he certainly doesn't hold any enmity against him and it's the thing to say.]

[timesbureaucrat]

He acquitted himself well in the war against Pandora. [It's almost like agreement. He finds Annos a bit too moral and earnest for his taste--like most Chancellery Guards--but Annos did help save his life by carrying him across the Outlands to find medical aid, so Narvin has to like him a little bit for that.

He thinks of who else's fate Wynter might be interested in.]

Romana is president, and Leela is still with her. Valyes is Chancellor, unfortunately. We lost Braxiatel and Commander Hallan. Inquisitor Darkel is dead. As is Andred.

[givessweetness]

[Lost placed against dead would suggest that neither are dead.] Lost, how?

[He realises that he skipped over the mere fact of Darkel's death. He ought to be… relieved, glad, grateful. Vindicated. He wonders why he's not. Not feeling much regret either, but there should be a spark of something, right?]

[timesbureaucrat]

Hallan was infected by Pandora and froze himself in stasis to prevent the virus from spreading to the President. And Braxiatel...he fell through a portal between dimensions. He's probably dead, or worse [drifting for eternity through nothingness], but we have no way of knowing his fate.

[givessweetness]

[His eyes broadened for a moment. 'You just left him there?'

He doesn't say as much, because he realises that he knows nothing of the virus. Was there no cure.]

Oh. I… see.

[No, not really. Narvin's reporting isn't exactly complete.] I'm sorry.

[timesbureaucrat]

It had to be done. Hallan was going to set himself on fire otherwise, and Brax...

Well, he saved us. [It's odd, talking about Braxiatel and not saying something catty about him. But Brax is quite probably dead, so it seems disrespectful to speak ill of the probably deceased.]

I believe neither of them had any regrets. They sacrificed themselves for Romana. As we all do.

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Well, for Gallifrey.

[He doesn't have anything against Romana, even using his last strength to warn her. But it wasn't for her. It was for everyone. Even Narvin, if only in a small way.]

Try not to follow in our footsteps. [It's a joke, sort of. It's certainly not spoken with any heat behind it. But. He does mean it. Don't get hurt, Narvin.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[He waves his hand dismissively.]

Same thing. [A vast change from how Narvin used to feel about Romana.]

No need to worry about me. Unlike you Chancellery Guards I have a sense of self preservation.

[givessweetness]

Oh. [You getting a look that roughly translates to 'if poking you wasn't a social faux pas, I would be. If only to establish you were real.']

Well, it's part of the job description to put your preservation over mine. I think I'll worry regardless.

[timesbureaucrat]

Speaking of job descriptions, I've told no one but Agent K about my previous occupation. I'd like to continue to keep it quiet. For some reason people tend to be a trifle suspicious of spies. Here, I'm just a technician.

[givessweetness]

I'm surprised you told K.

[timesbureaucrat]

It wasn't my intention.

There were a series of bombing at the edge of the village. It turned out to be Creepers, but at the time we suspected terrorist attacks. I offered my assistance. [More like started forcibly thrusting his unwanted assistance upon them and was told by K that, as a civilian, he needed to back off.]

In the course of which, I had to explain to Agent K what exactly my background was and my professional experience with such things.

[givessweetness]

…oh. [Wynter may not exactly twig Narvin's decision to force his way anywhere, but…] You couldn't do that… ah, discreetly? [Isn't that what spies do?]

I suppose it's a bit small...? [He looks around, wondering if that's it.]

[timesbureaucrat]

Agent K would have noticed my meddling, no matter how discreet. In a village like this you can't have two people investigating the same thing without them running into each other.

I didn't tell him initially, but eventually it grew prudent to do so to avoid becoming a prime suspect.

[givessweetness]

I suppose so. [Wynter isn't particularly attached to Narvin's secret, so debating further didn't seem worth it.]