It’s a good thing Strange reels it in or he’d be finding out first hand how unpleasant it is to get a fist of metal bones to the face. Lambert looks and sounds upset and distracted enough as it is. He just hangs his head, shoulders slumping.

“You could try to talk to him. Like you said ... he cares about magic. Maybe another magician can get him to see why that matters.” He’s just a simple witcher in the end, same as he’s always been.

“Right now, he can’t even look at me. I’m not going to be the one who convinces him of anything.”