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[timesbureaucrat]

[Private to Security Personnel]

My apologies if I've been excessively underfoot for some of you [Charon. Kay. Boone, to some extent.] during the investigation into the explosions. As I have been recently reminded, it is not my place to pry into security matters. I shall henceforth be leaving it to the professionals. And if you find any bomb scraps that need analyzing, I am at your service. [He can't entirely let it go, but at least he's gone from wanting to personally investigate and occasionally tossing around orders to simply offering to assist in his technician capacity.]

[Private to Kay]

Are you available for that talk you mentioned earlier?

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[most_feared]

[He lets a silence linger, before he asks-]

Well you told me this much and it's not like I got any political bearing. Speak your peace.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin considers it. Kay's right, he already had enough information to destroy his career if he were in a position and a mind to. He might as well go all the way.]

I wish I had that confidence in the value of my work back home. I did, once. I was utterly certain that everything I did was for the good of Gallifrey, that I was saving my people. I miss that feeling of certainty. I'm...tired. It's one of the reasons I came here. Ostensibly, it was because an alternate universe might contain the key to curing a virus that's been ravaging my people--and that is a strong motive still--but a part of my willingness to come was also a desire to escape for just a little while. It's a terribly shameful motive, but there it is.