Lambert earns his silence again as he smiles, stares forward and says nothing. It's that pause he's granted once more as conflicts arise in his mind. Not needed? He's always needed. He's always wanted. His family left him here. His carnival workers allowed him to run off. His 'friends' allowed him to mule day after day within that piss hole deep within the Prince's domain without food, water or sleep. The Prince at least tried to feed them.

It should make him think but the confusion is making him angry. He understands those words. Without his dull lives and his family he would be terribly lonely and things would be rather dull, "If that's the case then I would be less worried about that and more worried about the fact you may never go home, Mister Lambert. That is, according to you, whether he needs any of you. In my experience from one killer to another not everyone has to live, do they?"