Chaplain: return the sword

WhiteDwarf: Then you'll acknowledge my worth before I leave this monastery and this station.
Chaplain: Really? Are you certain now is the time to test this? Hah! Foolishness I'd only expect from the ashen and the unworthy!
Chaplain: I took your predictions. I took your nerve! I took your arm!
Chaplain: Even the worthy might pause at the prospect of a duel using an inferior replacement for an entire limb.
WhiteDwarf: True. And I did hesitate. But I was taught something new. Now, I am done with my hesitation.
Chaplain: Taught something new? Do you believe a few pieces of advice can take unworthy cinders to a worthy inferno?
WhiteDwarf: You aren't the only focused spiritualist on this station. I've been guided through the cryptic and mystifying to some of my own Verdant Texts.
WhiteDwarf: You aren't the only emotional counsel on this station. I've been emotionally grounded, mentally centered. My mind's been made clear by the care and the kindness of my chosen family.
WhiteDwarf: You aren't the only zealous leader on this station. I may be stretched thin by my identity, but that strain doesn't keep me from taking on a cause, with all the energy of another, and letting that become my own.
Chaplain: Your fellow intruders. If you couldn't learn from them before, then how could you now?
Chaplain: They're not here to stand between you and my blade.

WhiteDwarf : Catch your sword