WhiteDwarf : Exposit what you're fighting for!

WhiteDwarf: This cosmos is not made for me.
WhiteDwarf: This cosmos is spun out, in elaborate ways, to trap me and devour me.
WhiteDwarf: A galaxy made into a status quo that would see me dulled, dented, and dying, in a struggle just to survive.
WhiteDwarf: I am not strong enough to build a cause, a purpose where I know the names and the faces and the throats to slit in expert assassinations to make that galaxy a better place.
WhiteDwarf: But the world whose standards you judge me by, the cosmos whose scales you weigh me by, isn't the only world that is, or can be.
WhiteDwarf: RedDwarf has something more. There is something that can be spun from him, in my predictions.
Chaplain: That is his cause, not yours!
Chaplain: Do not bring me another operator's cause and expect to find your own worth in it!
WhiteDwarf: Ghhhh...
Chaplain: If you are to light nuclear fire, YOU MUST BE WORTHY!
Chaplain: That man doesn't matter here, and if you don't deliver a worthy strike, neither will you!

Chaplain : WhiteDwarf is too fast for you. Go for the legs.