When I'm pissed at someone, [ Lambert says, plainly, ] If I take a shot at them, I make damn sure I sort it out there and then. I don't half-ass it then wait to fuck them over later.

[ He plays with Celandine's ears, idly. ] Besides, she knows I'd come back anyway.

[ As frivolous as a waste of a just-requested rebirth as it would be ... Lambert scowls harder, running clawed fingers through Celandine's fur. The polecat is restless under his hands, shifting her weight from side to side like she can't settle. ]