He was part alien, his presence besmirching the purity of the Time Lords.
As a child he had learnt about his heritage from his father.
His mother had died giving him life, but his father loved him as her final gift.
He’d had no reason to be ashamed until he went to the academy.
Never quite bright enough, never ready enough to conform.
Wild and disruptive were all his teachers could say.
Free spirited and full of life was his father’s reply.
Then his father had died.
To everyone’s surprise Theta graduated from the academy.
For his father he said.