WhiteDwarf: We all have a place in RedDwarf's world. Even Chaplain.

WhiteDwarf: Then crusade, Chaplain, as you demand to.
WhiteDwarf: The galaxy RedDwarf wants to create is not one where I am made immune to all harm, invulnerable against any risk. It is only one where I have a chance, a fair opportunity.
Chaplain: There is no galaxy in which you are worthy of this nuclear fire you claim. Not this one, and not his.
WhiteDwarf: Find me, fight me, and test my worth in that galaxy. Hold me accountable for what I do today, if you must. Be a judge, perhaps the judge, of what comes next.
WhiteDwarf: But this duel is over. I believe even Libra agrees.
Chaplain: ...
Chaplain: There will be chaos, after this.
Chaplain: Unimaginable suffering. The frontier sector, set aflame by unworthy intent.
Chaplain: Blood will stain your hands, irrevocably, unworthy embers.
WhiteDwarf: Perhaps.
WhiteDwarf: But you've made sure that a stained sword-hand is no longer too great an issue for me. Haven't you?
Chaplain:
Chaplain:
Chaplain: Hah. You joke about the pain yet to come?
WhiteDwarf: You are not wrong. There will be suffering. But the great darkness caused by the Company is worse. And we will not disappear from the galaxy after tonight. We will continue, no matter the chaos we incite, and face our own consequences.
WhiteDwarf: My legend does not end here. Its path may trace through great darkness, and perhaps I am an "antagonist" of this story. But even still, RedDwarf's galaxy will bring good to its people.
Chaplain: I will be the judge of that, and of you.
WhiteDwarf: But not tonight. I'm taking the disk. Don't move.

Vote results
At vote closure, the totals were 75 for blind kindness, 30 for impulsive deterrence, and 15 for ruthless convenience.

WhiteDwarf: Take the disk, and nothing more