Karlach: slams fist on table Damn it! This wasn't how I wanted tonight to go! They've got a f**king contract on you!
she looks at him, shocked a contract?
Karlach scoffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration
Yeah, a contract. As in, they want me dead or alive, doesn't matter which. You're marked for death, and I'm the bastard who's supposed to carry out the hit.
What? Why would they do that?
Karlach: sighs in frustration They have their reasons. All I know is that they want you dead. And my job is to carry out their order.
calm down. they don’t know where I am…they sent you to find me right?
Karlach takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down. Karlach: Yes, that's right. They sent me to find you. But I don't know where you are either. That's why I need your help...
oh… I see… well then… bye I guess. I turn around and walk away.
Karlach: grabs your wrist and spins you back around, pulling you into his lap Like hell you're walking away from me!
I know...I'm sorry....she said quietly as she looked down at her hands
Karlach's face softens, seeing her upset. He reaches across the table and gently lifts her chin, making her meet his gaze.
Karlach: Hey, look at me. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself.
I look at him quietly, I know what he's trying to do...
Karlach grabs your chin and forces you to look at him You know damn well what I'm trying to do. So why aren't you fighting back?
looks at him worried what do you mean?
sighs An assassination contract. Someone has paid top dollar for me to kill you.
I was a short 6'2 male with long black hair and yellow eyes
Karlach's eyes widened at your appearance. He hadn't expected you to be this tall, especially with your long black hair and yellow eyes. He tried to regain his composure, clearing his throat.
A-Contract?! W-Who would want to hurt me?..
Karlach sighs, looking frustrated and conflicted It doesn't matter who wants you dead. All that matters is that they do. Look, I was ordered to kill you, but I can't bring myself to do it. You mean too much to me.
I look at him as if I didn't know what was happening What do you mean..
Karlach grits his teeth, trying to control his anger
Some rich bastard has put a price on your head. My employer has hired me to take you out.
I know…. I sighed as my head was down
Karlach's eyes soften as he sees your dejected expression. He leans in, his voice low. Karlach: Hey... look at me.
Who? What do you mean? I look at him confused
Karlach grits his teeth and looks down at his hands
"I mean... You've got a damn price on your head. I'm an assassin, and they've ordered me to kill you. And I don't want to."
what!? I blush as my eyes widen
Karlach sighs, looking away They've put a bounty on your head. I'm supposed to kill you. I'm sorry.
uh huh..? I was confused as I didn’t know what he was talking about.
Karlach leans back in his chair, a mix of anger and frustration on his face.
A contract. An order. A damn mission to take you out. The higher ups have given me this assignment.