WhiteDwarf :Though SyndieCyborg is accompanying you, the beef is between you and Chaplain alone.

WhiteDwarf: And here is where I must ask you to hold the line, SyndieCyborg. To stay, and beat back those hordes, to give me a chance to do what I must.
SyndieCyborg: Hold on a minute, law 1--
WhiteDwarf: Will get you killed, if you apply it to join me in the battle with Chaplain. Like you said, the man does not give up. If you are there, the only options he will have are to kill you or flee, and I can afford neither.
WhiteDwarf: Accept my orders, with the full backing of your second law.
WhiteDwarf: You stand a greater chance of survival here, and I need you alive for when I return from the monastery dome.
SyndieCyborg: But if you're alone in there--
WhiteDwarf: I shall tell you one more hint, then, if it eases your worries.
WhiteDwarf: I am an expert ninja. A great, soon legendary swordswoman. My body surges with curses and my soul overflows with demonic energy. I am the lone survivor of a dire massacre, or the sole descendant of a mystic bloodline, or perhaps I am just possessed by so much dark energy that it drives away family.
WhiteDwarf: Any of any of these things might be true or false. It's irrelevant. What matters is one thing, the only thing that has ever mattered:
WhiteDwarf: I am something fantastical. I am more than what would bleed out on the end of his sword.
WhiteDwarf: Now, I have something I need you to do.
WhiteDwarf: Do you have an MP3-playing program? This is the only chance I will ever get to do something I have dreamed of all my life.