As do we all, soldier.

[Karlach sighs deeply, her shoulders losing their tension to let her arms hang down. She straightens up again, waves her closer. They're burning daylight. They can talk while they continue their walk.]

I'm good at killing, if I have a good reason.

Turns out, [Karlach shakes the tension out of her shoulders again:] being ordered to sack a village falls on the side of "not good enough".