Up til this point, Lambert and Sans haven't found themselves compelled to leap into the fray after their former coworkers. Perhaps it's because the chaos is too quick, too full of enraged Wyld Fae to risk not being torn apart themselves, even if they're supposed to be on the same side. Something about seeing the Ringmaster like this, though, bickering with herself, is sufficiently annoying enough to reach past the haze the Hunt's drawn over his mind, and he leans forward over Sans's neck, yelling.

"Quit being half-assed and stop pretending it's about other people! It's the same thing it's always been -- your choice!"