Chaplain : Be frightened for the first time in years.

Your heart pounds in your chest. If allowed to continue, you recognize the great and terrible evil that could be wrought, through the Grey Tide.

Chaplain: What have you done?
Chaplain: You'd indulge the Tide?!
WhiteDwarf:
Chaplain: I saw you before. Your cause was unworthy, but you were not so... vile, so impure!
Chaplain: You seemed as though you had some of the honor your group claims!
Chaplain: And how you escalated from a nuclear threat to something such as this?
Chaplain: Unconscionable. I thought your group, your Operators, at least in possession of principle.
Chaplain: Now you wield these vile ashen shores?!
WhiteDwarf:
Neutron: She can't understand you.
Chaplain: What?
Neutron: Her Tide. It's too high for you.
Neutron: You're not real.
Chaplain: ...Is that so?
Chaplain: Then she is already embers, after even the soft candle's flicker I saw of her before.
Chaplain: I cannot allow this to continue. Some risks are beyond even the heat of nuclear fire!
Chaplain: If you would abandon the challenge of proving your worth, there is only the task of annihilating these silver shores you wash up on.
Chaplain: Libra, bless me, that my strength may be enough.

WhiteDwarf: The Tide is roaring. Make him horizontal.