WhiteDwarf: Take his arm. Take his disc.
A thought strikes you as you ponder this man. As he vows to hound you to the ends of the galaxy and the end of your days, an option of taking from him what was taken from you crosses your mind. In this moment, you can predict that if you weren't enemies, perhaps Chaplain might say Libra was offering you choices.
A choice of unrewarded kindness without gratitude, a choice of convenient death without accountability, or a choice to do something truly satisfying, and perhaps truly dramatic.
What kind of ninja are you, WhiteDwarf?