[as a parallel - this is how she feels about the man that destroyed boothill's home. the one that gave the order is, to her, as horrible as zariel. someone who would never get their own hands dirty, but would profit off it all the same.

it's been so good, to see the life in him. karlach thinks about what he's told her, a lot - about how he had nothing to lose, how he'd traded in his flesh for metal just for the chance to get vengeance. how distant he must've been. but here, she's seen him smile, and laugh, she's seen him flustered, she's seen him heated and hazy and pleasured. karlach has seen the humanity in him, and that's what she wants for him to experience for the rest of the time she has with him.

she'd like to rip the spine out of the man that took it from him the first time with her bare hands.

boothill presses their foreheads together, and she leans to meet him, bringing a hand up to stroke at his cheek, tracing her thumb lightly under his eye. her breath is a little quicker. just a little, listening to him promise her this. for her, this is probably the most romantic thing he could say.]

I'd like to see you do it. [she says, with her own bit of levity.] You'd tear down the Hells in an instant.

[a beat, and she leans to kiss him, brief.]

I love you. More than anything. And thank you for being so angry for me. The way you care about me is - it's fucking novel. I can't get enough of it.