Ellie can't say she really enjoys killing, but the horror has mostly gone out of it. She remembers holding Glimmer as she cried in the aftermath of the Aerie, sobbing out the misery of some part of herself, lost. Ellie was introduced to killing at a tender age, and while she's had a few kills that have struck her to her core, overall it's always been easier for her than perhaps it should have been.

And she can't deny that sometimes, there's satisfaction, and a type of fucked up justice in it. She knows where Astarion's coming from.

"Clicker ate the first guy's throat out," she says, coolly. "After I shoved him into it. Stole his gun, took out the second guy's kneecaps. He tried to bargain, said he'd give me information on Abby if I let him go."

Ellie lifts her eyebrows, glances at Astarion, unsmiling.

"I heard him out, then shot him."