[ Lambert doesn't have a huge range of expression when it comes to things like 'sympathy' and 'compassion,' so as Strange goes on, his face just drops into witcher neutrality, grim and tight-lipped. ]
Fuck. [ Is what he has to say, eloquently. Warn a guy before you drop sad shit like that on him, Strange. In any case, he doesn't want to know the whole story, it sounds depressing as fuck and he doesn't really know what to do with someone so visibly sad if the solution doesn't involve killing something. ]
Guess I know why you're here. [ A pause. ] Last I heard, though, you can't make a contract to bring someone back from the dead.
[ Which begs the question of how exactly he knows that himself, but Strange is probably too preoccupied being emotional to ask weird probing questions right now. ]
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Fuck. [ Is what he has to say, eloquently. Warn a guy before you drop sad shit like that on him, Strange. In any case, he doesn't want to know the whole story, it sounds depressing as fuck and he doesn't really know what to do with someone so visibly sad if the solution doesn't involve killing something. ]
Guess I know why you're here. [ A pause. ] Last I heard, though, you can't make a contract to bring someone back from the dead.
[ Which begs the question of how exactly he knows that himself, but Strange is probably too preoccupied being emotional to ask weird probing questions right now. ]