WhiteDwarf: Consider why you've chosen to take on the role of both warrior and healer for this group in the first place.

You spend a moment contemplating it. While you do, you get the supplies together.

WhiteDwarf: Go get that one, and that one.
Neutron:
Neutron: Huh?
WhiteDwarf: Those two tools.
Neutron: I don't know what tools you mean.
WhiteDwarf: What?
Neutron: Stump.
WhiteDwarf: Oh, damnation.
WhiteDwarf: Those two.

You make sure to use the right (left) arm this time. You swiftly resume your discourse, contemplations completed.

WhiteDwarf: So, worthy cause comes from identity.
Neutron: Yeah.
WhiteDwarf: When.
Neutron: What?
WhiteDwarf: When does that happen? I know it comes to RedGiant easily, and to RedDwarf even more easily.
WhiteDwarf: Being is easy for them, as far as I can tell. And for you too, though I guess it's a lot less.
WhiteDwarf: It's not... easy for me to shape myself into who I am.
Neutron:
Neutron: Oh.
Neutron: Do I have an emotionally supporting objective?
WhiteDwarf: No. It's not suffering,
WhiteDwarf: Really, every day is better than the last, sometimes ecstatically so.
WhiteDwarf: But you three have cores. Solid selves. You can see what you are in a mirror, instead of wanting it.
WhiteDwarf: I was born with a body of trash. The worst thing imaginable, a clumsy poetic irony wrought by a god putting off a plot's twist for far too long.
Neutron: I kind of remember that, yeah.
Neutron: But you fixed it.

RedGiant : Reactivate your Cyborg friend