[ Lambert only qualifies to patch people up out of sheer technicality. Trying to sort out what's going on inside someone's head, especially when they've straight-up admitted to being crazy? Even harder. It'd be easy to let it slide, and make the obvious joke about the peninsula begging to be made there but...
He loops the medallion over his head again, letting it come to rest in the hollow of his throat, and gives Strange a look that's far too intent. (Having eyes that can mostly see in the dark will do that, but also, between the horns and the cat eyes, he's just unsettling anyway.) ]
You mean like using black magic to raise corpses? [ That's a long ways from what Strange told him, in the beginning, when he'd described it mostly as building roads and putting out fires... And yet for all that he'd willingly helped soldiers, he's squeamish about taking life. What a mess of contradictions.
His tail uncurls behind him, waving idly, while he stalks forward to close the distance between them. ]
[sad trombone noise]
He loops the medallion over his head again, letting it come to rest in the hollow of his throat, and gives Strange a look that's far too intent. (Having eyes that can mostly see in the dark will do that, but also, between the horns and the cat eyes, he's just unsettling anyway.) ]
You mean like using black magic to raise corpses? [ That's a long ways from what Strange told him, in the beginning, when he'd described it mostly as building roads and putting out fires... And yet for all that he'd willingly helped soldiers, he's squeamish about taking life. What a mess of contradictions.
His tail uncurls behind him, waving idly, while he stalks forward to close the distance between them. ]
Why'd you even do it in the first place?