"I don't know, because I have been respecting his wishes and not reading his mind. Often when people care about something wildly more than it appears to matter it is because it dramatically changes their predictions about future interactions, or because it suggests they were wrong in an assumption they'd been making that was important to them, or because it is indicative of how much they are trusted or respected or liked or prioritized, or because it actually matters to them a lot more than you realize it does because you care about different things from them. Traditionally in such a situation, as soon as you notice you're confused by the strength of their reaction, you say 'I'm sorry, can we back up for a second, I didn't intend to offer an insult and didn't expect you to react so strongly, I'm missing something'."

Carissa was glad Cam was mad about it because she was mad at him and wanted him to realize that there were indeed downsides to his decision to have forced her to think really hard about every permission she granted him; most of the costs of that were of course going to fall on her but she wasn't sad if a few of them fell on him. 

"Seems like caring about something other than winning," says Iomedae, dryly.

"Maybe no one ever told you but mortals are pathetic all the time. This is why Asmodeus lights them on fire."

"Or it was convenient for Asmodeus, for you to attribute your weakness to something you couldn't change, like your mortality, and not something you could, like your character."

The part of Carissa that is reminding herself that this is a conversation with a god and will mold her however the god pleases pops up to point out that Iomedae's paladins are not as cool as Iomedae seems to want to suggest that humans can become. 

"I very rarely have the luxury of an hour's conversation with them. Though also - around Asmodeans they are learnedly wary. You would find greater strength if you were someone it was safe to show it."

Carissa is about to open her mouth and protest that everyone treats her like because she's an Asmodean she's a monster when all she has ever done is be a hardworking soldier at the fucking Worldwound when it catches up with her that, actually, if people going to Hell is really bad for them, then she has ....

....done a lot of awful things, actually. 

Because it's not a favor to heretics, to report them before they get even worse and there's even less of them Asmodeus can use. 

And because if pain doesn't make people stronger, it's not a favor to them, to hurt them until they stop being like that.

And because none of that was, actually, hard to see, unless you were lying to yourself about it on purpose and also someone who'd report anyone who pointed it out to you.

You said I was Lawful Good and in denial, she manages to think, halfway indignantly, once the horror and revulsion and guilt suddenly swirling around inside her at a hundred times the intensity of anything she's ever felt starts to recede enough that her thoughts are in words at all. You - why would you say that - why would you let me get away with not realizing -

"Because you were going to realize soon enough," she says quietly, "and it ought to have been your realization, not my judgment."

"I want to - get them all back -"

"Oh, only the ones you sent there personally? It's all right for everybody else?"

- and that feels like being kicked when she's down, enough of a shock to actually throw her mind into brief clarity -

"if you - have a rescue mission planned of course I'm fine with that, it's - I just don't want you to murder them -"

"The available operation that maximizes number of people rescued from Hell is sending Cam to obliterate Dis, Carissa. If that were not so I would not be contemplating it."

This is what it feels like to have a god want you convinced of something.

It'd feel this blazingly certain and clear if Asmodeus were doing it, too. 

"You're just going to have to do better than that," she says, stubbornly. 

"Help us do better than that. Let us communicate and plan with all of the people on Cam's world, unrestricted, so if anyone has a plan to do better than that we can see it. Give us Hell's secrets, so if there's a way to overthrow it by its own rules we find that. Let Cam make of Golarion a world as rich and free as the one he's from, one whose people aren't desperate and will demand better. Give us the diamonds to rip out of Hell everyone it's not too late to get back."

"How long does the Time Stop last."

"As long as you need."

"Really? I should make myself a greater headband."