janitor: quietly arrive to sweep up broken glass and the Chaplain

...

Chaplain: Ah, much appreciated, little candle. The heat of my soul got a little much, and I sent her through the window!
janitor: who
Chaplain: That foul blackguard! An unworthy spark who seeks great destruction with no worthy cause! Of course, I'll hound her and ensure she won't accomplish it. Have no fear!
janitor: who
Chaplain: Why, they were WhiteDwarf! Scrambled off to who knows what horrid, dark little maintenance hall to nurse their bruised body and pride, no doubt!
janitor: why
Chaplain: Of course, because I showed them their cause's meager lack of worth!
Chaplain: They could not hope to beat me without something of grander purpose!
janitor: that way?
Chaplain: Ah yes! That's where they fled. Avoid it if you can! Even an unworthy cause can strike with surprising speed.
janitor: no