"Humbly, Sisters, I must disagree," said Lisbeth, still blinking hard. She spoke quickly, so that nobody could interrupt - whether they could understand her speech or not! "The Governor gave his life to the Emperor when he volunteered to become His servant, and if He has decided that this is the hour when the Governor will lay down his life in defense of the people of this world, so be it." Lisbeth stopped only to inhale, and stormed on with her next chain of rapid-fire words. "If there are souls on this world as yet unsullied by heresy, we must do what we can to save them while we still can. To kill a weed, one does not cut away at leaves; one tears it up from the ground by the roots, so that the rest of the plants can prosper." 

"Milord Confessor," she continued, slowing down a little as she turned to talk to the almost-flourescent preacher. "Where could one find the greatest concentration of heretics in a place such as this? If we storm it, we can show the people of this world that the Emperor's light has not abandoned them, and they will surely rise up to join us in crushing the vipers that have perverted His vision for this world!" Caught up in her own speech, the naive sister was practically shaking the group by their shoulders to fire them up; even He was telling her that this was the right path, and at that moment Lisbeth could quite happily have taken on all the daemons of all the hells, so sure was she of their inevitable success. 

"We are the flaming sword of His judgement, who can possibly stand in our way? Lord Inquisitor, I am certain that He has delivered us to this place to carry His torch into the fray! We need only to find their blasphemous temples and altars and tear them down, and the faithful citizens will take up arms and strike down the liars who have attempted to decieve them!"