Maybe. Maybe not. [ Lambert says, with a shrug. His fingers curl around the mug, his claws tapping ceramic. He doesn't know if there's any use believing in alternate possibilities ]

All I know is I told you I was counting on you to tell me if you knew anything. [ His mouth twists, that strange humorless expression again. ] You had access to every resource I had, but you seriously didn't think that was worth sharing? 'Hey, I'm looking for something that's a lot of fucking magic, let me know if you run into anything like that.'

[ His voice rises at the end of that, and he ends up exhaling and putting his mug up to his lips, struggling to rein his temper back in before he continues, cranky: ]

I'm still pissed the Ringmaster told you and not the rest of us, but did she ever say you couldn't say anything? Anything?

[ Sorry, Childermass. Come bust in on Lambert without warning and you're apparently in for an earful. ]