No, the place never did make sense. With Childermass turning away, Lambert moves to the pool's edge too, though he remains standing instead of sitting down. He's glad to not have to explain it, because it leaves him feeling like a fool too, looking back on his own choices. Not that he knows what else he could have done, remaining on the Farm, but at the very least, he wouldn't have ended up like ... this. Maybe. Who's to say they wouldn't have pulled him out anyway?

"You're just human," is what Lambert finally settles on. "At least your mistakes gave people a chance." In some cases, the chance to try something stupid, but ... probably not helpful to bring up how Strange using that burst of magic to drop himself in Theta, right now.

"I hate what you did, but we couldn't have gotten ourselves out without what happened to Ignatius. I know that." The rest -- shadows, the doors to the dimension holding their things -- it's impossible for him to imagine how they were meant to help Gild with nothing but the Marks to arm themselves and carve their way to the Core. Compared to freedom, a little soul damage and some lost memories seems cheap, but it's hard to try and comfort Childermass while trying not to choke on his own relief at the same time. It could have been worse.

"Can't help with the bear, though," he tries to joke. "That was all you."