"Leave Arabella out of this!" Strange snaps. It's an unintentional mistake, one that'll confuse Strange if called out. He's only got the vaguest idea who Arabella is to begin with and yet somehow it's the first name that pops to his head when Lambert mentions his wife.
As for Lambert's question, though, Strange pauses for a moment before he continues. He's running on instinct and arguing and pure 'why not'. Lambert's not going to understand this. There's not a romantic bone in the man's body. But Strange can at least try to make him see why he's doing what he does.
"If you must know, I'd use it to explore. Magic is...too big, too wild for it to stay in the confines the Circle wants it to. I know the form of the spell--the English magician, the one from my memories, he could simply push through the mirrors and find himself in a different realm entirely."
The way Strange talks about magic, it's like he's talking about a primal force. He's in awe of it and loves it at the same time. However, a noticeable tone of jealousy creeps into his voice, when he admits, "I just can't do the magic like he can."
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As for Lambert's question, though, Strange pauses for a moment before he continues. He's running on instinct and arguing and pure 'why not'. Lambert's not going to understand this. There's not a romantic bone in the man's body. But Strange can at least try to make him see why he's doing what he does.
"If you must know, I'd use it to explore. Magic is...too big, too wild for it to stay in the confines the Circle wants it to. I know the form of the spell--the English magician, the one from my memories, he could simply push through the mirrors and find himself in a different realm entirely."
The way Strange talks about magic, it's like he's talking about a primal force. He's in awe of it and loves it at the same time. However, a noticeable tone of jealousy creeps into his voice, when he admits, "I just can't do the magic like he can."