WhiteDwarf: Pet the spider for some much needed comfort.

WhiteDwarf: Of course, of course.
WhiteDwarf: Ahhh... well, at least it's a bit easier to act properly on this part of my identity.
WhiteDwarf: And you rather enjoy it, do you not?
Spider chitters agreeably.
WhiteDwarf I am glad to hear. I will not have the sealed repository of my demonic nature be displeased.
WhiteDwarf: If anything bad happened to you, it would surely be a provocation of my manifesting truly unspeakable thirst and capacity for violence.
WhiteDwarf: There would be surging energies, perhaps blood magics, and esoteric readings on sensors sector-wide.
Spider chitters agreeably.
WhiteDwarf: Ahhhh... at least, I suppose that is the aesthetic goal, anyway. I am not sure now. It seems that the one skill I most offer has run into a roadblock I cannot surpass. Now I find it difficult even conceiving of surpassing, if he disrupts my capacity to plan so well.
WhiteDwarf: What does that even mean? "A worthy cause." Pah. I cannot imagine anything more worthy than my goal.
WhiteDwarf: Cannot imagine... mmh. Perhaps that is a fault of my own. That I cannot share the altruistic zeal of RedGiant, or the politicized ideology of RedDwarf, or even the focus that Neutron possesses.
WhiteDwarf: I fear being the worst of the four of us.
Spider chitters.
WhiteDwarf: Well, I am glad you think it no competition, I suppose.
Spider chitters fearfully.