You can't erase things. [So speaks the woman who wiped her body free of all maiming. Camille grimaces. Looks down to her hands.] People can think what they like. And plenty have thought worse. About me, or other people like me. They've said it to my face. Or made it clear, through the things they do.

There's a point though. You can either look at what you've done, what damage you caused, and ask why it is you regret it. What took you to place where you regret it, and why.

From there, you can use it to check what you're doing in the here and now. That's the only place you'll be able to make a difference in.

You didn't treat me cruelly, Geto. No matter what you may have thought to start. Instead you were helpful to me. Moreso than I was to you, at times.

[Finding out that Karlach had a partner after she'd stupidly accosted her at trial was rough. Finding out weeks later that partner had been Geto?

The sting of guilt is sharp. A close fucking call. It's almost justice that she'd been brought in to kill Daan instead. A small favour to atone for havoc nearly wreaked.]

Unless you're planning on pulling the rug out from under me now, I think that speaks more to your character than a shitty first impression.