"Which one?" It seemed a perfectly valid question to Brax. Rassilon was unwell in so many ways. The Oldest, Greatest, and Maddest of the Time Lords.

Braxiatel had never cared for him, nor had he ever had any fondness for Omega as the Doctor had as a child. Even before the Academy, Braxiatel knew Gallifrey didn't produce heroes and had felt no inspiration in their stories. Rassilon's presence here was not a surprise. Omega's graduation was far more of one. Braxiatel carefully put away all the thoughts now related to Omega as he poured the now-steeped tea.