Chaplain be caught in the middle of some self-reflection of your own.

You are in the middle of a traditional prayer to Libra. You tend to use the prayers derived from earlier Sol worship in times of great stress and need. You're in the last segments of the Prayer of Jupiter's Rejection, a long prayer, the details of which aren't too relevant. But some might still be curious about what it says, and it's something like...

Chaplain: ...through distances, and through proximity. Through angles and through curvatures. Through matter and through vacuum. All adheres to systems. All adheres to codes. All adheres to partitions. All adheres to divisions. Divisions assert that the galactic structure must have a top side and a bottom side. Divisions assert that the galactic structure must have colorless grey and vibrant red. Divisions assert that the galactic structure contains both worthiness and unworthiness. Divisions assert the distances between you and me.
Chaplain: Divisions between flesh and fire. Divisions between light and dark. Divisions between systems and thoughts. Divisions between the sun and the planets. The solar system is a map of the body. The map of the body asserts blinding light of soul. The map of the body asserts cold, neglected organs. The map of the body asserts divisions between the sun and the planets. Jupiter screams through the storm that these divisions must be transgressed. Jupiter howls through the red spot that the divisions are not real.
Chaplain: Jupiter is unworthy, the failed sun, the star that cannot be a star. Jupiter is embers adrift of worthy fire that cannot be. Jupiter demands a challenge of the boundary. Jupiter demands the wall be tested. Jupiter demands the blessings of fusion. Jupiter demands to light a flame to violate the body and offend the soul. In the corpse of the claret we denied were found the tools and the blessings to destroy liminal divisions, between Sol and Centauri, between here and there, between you and me. In the corpse of the claret, ansibite and blood and thought and the blessings of a galaxy of stars are brought upon unworthy human forms. The barriers are obliterated and the raging storm of Jupiter, the star that can never be a star, is made manifest in the body. The unworthiness claims its transgression to worthiness, itself expressed in the storm larger than all of earth, itself--

You're interrupted.

WhiteDwarf: You.
Chaplain: ...Itself expressed in colorless grays and vibrant reds, itself expressed in destruction and creation, fusion and fission, connections and distances. The Great Red Spot is wide enough to obliterate the Earth, but it will never threaten the sun. The binary system will never form, the gravitational dance will never begin, and Jupiter will remain unworthy. We, too--
WhiteDwarf: I am here for the disk.
Chaplain: Hah! Welcome to my chapel. Rarely does someone with less worth than a candle come to these hallowed grounds.
Chaplain:
Chaplain: You are here to once again prove your own unworthiness.
Chaplain: Though you speak with more humanity now, for one who succumbed to the Grey Tide.
WhiteDwarf: I have exceeded the Tide, and returned to this shore. I've come to strike a worthy blow against you.
Chaplain: Returned to the shore? Hah! The flickering of embers amid ash, and nothing more. Overcoming the Grey Tide means nothing. Only a worthy cause will be enough, and such a cause must match the nuclear heat you intend to foolishly wield!
WhiteDwarf: There are no other options for me but to do so, and no doctrine or dogma can assert that I have no right to try.

WhiteDwarf : Assess your enemy and the battleground.