In all honesty? Lambert's inclined to agree with Yuya, but he's hardly got the moral high ground here, does he. He won't interrupt, looking at the letter still crumpled in his grip.

Idly, he wonders if throwing it at the magician's head counts as assault. Instead, he brings his free hand up to his temple, rubbing at his forehead.

"Yeah, I wouldn't say writing your goodbyes in your own blood and giving someone a piece of your chest so they can summon you is your best, either." Well, he doesn't know the piece of mirror is from Strange's chest, but given the man's state of mind he wouldn't put it past him to think there's something poetic about it, like he's handing over a piece of his heart.

There are things worse than dying. Unfortunately, this is one of them.