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

♎: We are no military, to spend resources freely on chasing a ghost.
♎: And we will not have a grand crusade, to spend the good will of the galaxy.
♎: But the stars rose at your back. You demonstrated great worth. And your determination shines brightly.
♎: I grant you a holy task. You will be sent to frontier stations of my direct choosing, where I suspect fateful outcomes.
♎: Find the source of this disruption. Guide the frontier away from the fate that stars judge unworthy.

Chaplain: But, what about WhiteDwarf?
♎: This is the most likely way to encounter her again.
Chaplain: That... that's true.
♎: Pursue her as fits your faith. But do not compromise your duty.
♎: I accept it if you fail your tasks. I will not accept it if you fail yourself.
Chaplain: ...Yes, Your Prominence.