[ Yeah, Lambert's going to give Strange a long look for that analogy, because frankly, he can't carry a tune himself (or so he's told, he can't tell) and so it's largely lost on him. Still, he recognizes that Strange is trying to help how he can; it's just hard to explain his limitations to Strange, who assumes so easily that magic should come to everyone like it does to him. ]

It's not an excuse. [ He snaps testily, almost a snarl, while Celandine puffs up a little in distress on Strange's shoulder. ] It's a fact, one I grew up being reminded of every day we trained, that every bit of magic a witcher could scrape together a real sorcerer could do better. That the signs we use barely count as spells at all, and that copying what we were taught is the best we'd ever be able to manage. So no, I don't know where to begin to explore magic, because I never could.