Garrot, though he doesn't often act the part, takes extreme umbrage at societal ills and abuses. Zafika's plight in particular stabs to his emotional core, and the way Luka just pushes forward like that despite the doctor's assurance, it makes him furious. So much so that Garrot doesn't even realize he'd started growling as his shoulders tense.

"The Snake Knight won't get their freedom back." The words are almost snarled out, a sobering acknowledgement of the assassin's chances, despite all his encouragement otherwise. But he doesn't stop there.

"Imagine you're chained up in a tiny little cell so your body can barely move. They give you just enough food and water to survive, and nothing healthy." His words are cold, forceful, and he pauses for a moment to let all that sink in. "No exercise, no sunlight, nobody to talk to. For years. Unless the guards decide to beat you." Garrot exhales, trying to keep his tone as even as possible. "Zafika thinks they don't deserve kindness. Our Snake Knight is scared they'll lash out and hurt someone else... like you."

And finally, he takes a few moments to take some deep, calming breaths. In and out, in and out. He's snapped at Luka twice now. That's no good.