♎ : Explain to Chaplain that scales are impartial

♎: You were blessed with strength when you struck her down the first time.
♎: Then blessed to endure a test when she struck you down.
Chaplain: ...
♎: Something changed. What was different?
Chaplain: She... had a new arm?
♎: No constellation makes judgments of limbs.
Chaplain: She was no longer host to the Grey Tide.
♎: The scales are impartial. Just as you aspire to be. Accept your loss, and look to what changed to bring it about. Learn of the scales.

♎: HeadOfSecurity was a good man, yes?
Chaplain: What? What does he have to do with this matter of Libra?
♎: Do you believe he was good?
Chaplain: I believe he fought with courage, and wished for survival in the Frontier. He loved and was loved by his friends among the heads of staff. And it is not my place to judge the dead, only the living.
Chaplain: But I could not tell which among them was host of the Tide, and make my judgment then.
♎: Libra could not drive you to strike down your fellow crewman. Even the stars have limits. What drove him? And, how did he get that weapon?

♎: It seems as though the swordswoman would still have an arm, and more crew would have their lives, without that influence, which Libra lashed out against.
♎: Captain was a devoted man. HeadOfSecurity, a man with principles. WhiteDwarf, a woman with fixed, notorious identity. Death and injury spread from the Grey Tide, interfering with it all. Impartial scales became cruel.
Chaplain: What are you saying, Your Prominence?
♎: I am saying that we should not mistake doom for fate, and we should separate needless death from divine tests. I have compared your reports to the activities of Libra, and of many other constellations. I have seen a reaction I cannot interpret.
♎: The way of things was that, in cosmic clockwork, Captain and HeadOfSecurity were meant to live. Something interfered.

♎: tell Chaplain he has much bigger things to worry about