"Would I have?" Childermass honestly asks, gaze turning back to Lambert. Maybe he would have. It's not like he can wholly deny the sense in making someone overly worried about him all over again in the thick of danger but that isn't the point. He didn't do it. Lambert did. Lambert would have been just as angry about it.
"Would you have even said anything if I had asked?" He doesn't know the answer to that one. He may not have answered, either. "Does it even matter?"
The magician turns, dropping his hand away from the ring on his thumb. He almost takes a step closer but catches himself before he does, still preferring to rail at Lambert from a distance.
"I woke up one day with you missing and then they ripped me open and shoved the Void back in—" He grips the fabric of his shirt, right over his heart. He's sure that's what it is. That's what it had to be, what they injected, what they were experimenting with. "And all I wanted was for this to end and Ignatius couldn't even manage that much!"
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"Would you have even said anything if I had asked?" He doesn't know the answer to that one. He may not have answered, either. "Does it even matter?"
The magician turns, dropping his hand away from the ring on his thumb. He almost takes a step closer but catches himself before he does, still preferring to rail at Lambert from a distance.
"I woke up one day with you missing and then they ripped me open and shoved the Void back in—" He grips the fabric of his shirt, right over his heart. He's sure that's what it is. That's what it had to be, what they injected, what they were experimenting with. "And all I wanted was for this to end and Ignatius couldn't even manage that much!"