“All right,” Celandine agrees. She’s a touch confused, but it only makes sense... how Strange would have split differs from how Lambert would. They’re different people.

Apparently, the words are enough to earn a sputter iof indignation from Lambert, who finally finds his temper.

“I care about him,” he flushes, and looks down. He cares, but he knows Childermass deserves better, knows the selfish, childish desire to keep him to himself is something Childermass ought to be running away screaming from if he had any sense. “Don’t talk about him like that. You don’t know him.”