[Narvin waits for Kay to dispose of the smelly stick, then begins to casually stroll a little further away from the gathered party goers. Nothing he had to say was so urgently secret that he felt they needed to find a secure room, but a little extra space helps reassure him.]

You're right.

Where I came from I was High Chancellor, which meant, among other things, that I controlled the Chancellery Guard, was responsible for the President's personal security, and was in charge of planetary defense. I was a technician once, many centuries ago, and enjoyed the work. Since I'm not a Chancellor here it seemed better to embrace my new old role completely. So I've pretended that I've never been anything but a technician. [It's all true, just not the whole truth. He decides not to mention what he did in between being a technician and being Chancellor.]

Then the attacks happened and... [He wipes his hand down the lower half of his face.]

I mentioned to you that there had been terrorist attacks on Gallifrey, and that I had been involved in the investigation behind them. But I wasn't just involved, I was in charge. The government was already breaking down, however, leading up to the civil war. Distrust was everywhere. Vital information was being kept from me. Darkel was--[No, he doesn't want to talk about that. Can't talk about that without talking about his role in causing the problems. He switches tack.] She had called a High Council meeting that no one saw fit to inform me about. When I tried to stop it and order an evacuation, I was ignored.

The only way I could stop an assassination was to go up there personally, find the bomb, and hold it in my hands. [He spread his hands in front of him as if he were holding it now.] Only then would they listen.

And then the bomb went off. And by the time I woke up again in the medical station, the planet was in the middle of a civil war.

So if I am inappropriately obsessed with the security investigation behind these attacks, now you know why.