"I've heard his plan." He hadn't spoken to Rassilon. That didn't mean he hadn't been listening. "At least the Celestis didn't feel the need to destroy everything to have their ascension." Braxiatel produced from his pocket the painkillers he'd picked up from the infirmary and held them out to the Doctor. "The Coordinator isn't aware of the Second War in Heaven, incidentally. I mentioned it to throw him off the track of my relativistic point in time."

He said it casually, but he was glad for it. War Queen and Mistress of the Nine Gallifreys. It was a thought as terrible as that of the Imperiatrix. Brax didn't know if this Doctor would remember it, but Braxiatel would have preferred it forgotten by all, remembered only in his own mind.

"Why don't you have your 'newest acquisition' look for it? The boy you had in your library." Braxiatel was, technically, an inmate, after all. Simply one who seemed to double as a nursemaid.