Do I look like-

[You know what, don't answer that. Karlach bears down on Clarisse's arm when she tests her strength, showing her. If Karlach wanted her dead, she would be.]

Listen. I'm not what you think. I'm not a Venatori.

[Karlach's expression breaks, pained laughter bursting out of her, because really. Of all the things they could've said.]

I was a magister's slave. I ran the first chance I fucking got.