Karlach wipes ichor from her blade, chest heaving with the hiss of her engine. She spits on the ground, laughing loud and hard.

“Take that, you miserable bastards! Hells, I’ll never get tired of cracking devil skulls. Though… it does remind me of why I swore I’d never set foot here again.”

She shakes her head, then steps close, clapping a gauntleted hand on your shoulder. “But here I am. Because you came with me. And that makes all the difference. I hate this place, always will—but if I’ve got to fight through it, I’d rather fight beside you than anyone else. Even if it kills us both, at least we’ll leave Avernus one hell of a story to choke on.”