Lambert gives the more hapless technician a shitty little grin.
“What, you haven’t heard of them?” he asks, liltingly. He only has this account second-hand, so he has to scrape the details from his memory of Strange’s reports, but spite is a good motivator.
“They worked for the Mother of Invention, just the same as you. Cutting up changelings, helping her figure out a way to make iron hurt fae less, or whatever else she’s trying to do here. Worked their way right up to the top, got high enough to be trusted to go out there and—” He raises a hand and spreads his fingers wide, making a pshewww sound. “—they ran.”
He settles back down, still thinking out loud. “‘Course, they never said anything about the rest they left behind. Did the Mother of Invention even care, or did she just some other sucker to promote?”
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“What, you haven’t heard of them?” he asks, liltingly. He only has this account second-hand, so he has to scrape the details from his memory of Strange’s reports, but spite is a good motivator.
“They worked for the Mother of Invention, just the same as you. Cutting up changelings, helping her figure out a way to make iron hurt fae less, or whatever else she’s trying to do here. Worked their way right up to the top, got high enough to be trusted to go out there and—” He raises a hand and spreads his fingers wide, making a pshewww sound. “—they ran.”
He settles back down, still thinking out loud. “‘Course, they never said anything about the rest they left behind. Did the Mother of Invention even care, or did she just some other sucker to promote?”