And almost as soon as he's gotten Strange to this side of the courtyard, he's out. Childermass looks at the collapsing magician with some alarm as well as some annoyance and then shoots a look up at Lambert.
"Well, that saves me the trouble," he mutters, voice dry and rough from his days in the dungeons, the overall hardship that being trapped here had entailed. Not as bad as being stuck for years, admittedly, but it hadn't been much fun regardless. Anyway, maybe he'll just punch Strange later.
His attention is immediately pulled away when the Count returns, though. Even though he now realizes that thing isn't his father, the spark of fear he feels is still all too real. He wants to flee, but he can't. He doubts he has the energy to do much else after that last stunt.
"No..." He starts quietly, then tries again, raising his voice, praying it'll carry across the chaos around them, "No! Don't listen to him!" As if the Lord of Fire will believe him, but he must try. "He'll only open the gateway back for Winter! You'll still be trapped here!"
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"Well, that saves me the trouble," he mutters, voice dry and rough from his days in the dungeons, the overall hardship that being trapped here had entailed. Not as bad as being stuck for years, admittedly, but it hadn't been much fun regardless. Anyway, maybe he'll just punch Strange later.
His attention is immediately pulled away when the Count returns, though. Even though he now realizes that thing isn't his father, the spark of fear he feels is still all too real. He wants to flee, but he can't. He doubts he has the energy to do much else after that last stunt.
"No..." He starts quietly, then tries again, raising his voice, praying it'll carry across the chaos around them, "No! Don't listen to him!" As if the Lord of Fire will believe him, but he must try. "He'll only open the gateway back for Winter! You'll still be trapped here!"