Here's a quick word soup but my Dark Urge, after they all kill Gortash....
Karlach gets mad. She gets upset. For good reason of course. She talks about how Gortash screwed her over, how she lost fucking everything because of him. And then she takes off.
And The Dark Urge looks at Gortash. The corpse of their ally. Their lover. The first person they felt any tangible human connection and affection for...dead.
She kneels down and takes the Nether Stone from his hand. Careful, handling his limp arm like porcelain. Then she hands the stone to... someone. Gale or Shadowheart, she isn't sure. She hasn't taken her eyes off Gortash.
And she asks them to leave her with the body. That the thought of strangers handling Enver's body makes her blood boil. She says she will return to camp soon but she has... she can't leave him like this.
She can't be open with her grief. Because it isn't fair to Karlach. It's shameful to mourn a man who would've crushed the world beneath his heel. Who has rendered so much suffering unto Faerun. But it's a lingering consequence of her past life. Of the Urge. It's a feeling she can't shake; this agony over the death of Gortash. He was horrible, and yet, once upon a time, he was hers. They were each other's. Circling each other with the desire to love but could only imitate it.
So she buries him. Or cremates him. Whatever she thinks he would've preferred.
She shouldn't mourn him. But she does. It's an Urge but one she doesn't mind indulging in this time.
