If you don't mind, I have to ask you something. [And it's a difficult question. And spoils the mood, but he needs to go there.]

Have you forgiven me yet, for what I'll have to do one day. I don't want to. I find it reprehensible and repugnant, and betrays every moral fiber of my current being.

But you're very much a man of Gallifrey and have always been. And if you can forgive Braxiatel for doing what he simply felt was necessary... I'd very much like to know if you'd forgive me as well, with the knowledge that I do not want to have to do this.