[ Sometime on Day 77, or whenever the Carnival has stopped being a frozen popsicle at Strange's accidental behest, Lambert's standing on the mountain path, where he's actually got a decent view of the whole place ... from this distance, everything looks comically toylike. ]
Fine. [ He says out loud, to thin air. Talking to yourself makes you look crazy, sure, but if there's a place where that wouldn't matter, it's certainly this one. Maybe he'll be lucky and she's not paying attention, and he can pretend he never said this, but for now... ]
I'll take the job. But I need two things from you first.
ARE YOU THERE, GOD? IT'S ME, LAMBERT
Fine. [ He says out loud, to thin air. Talking to yourself makes you look crazy, sure, but if there's a place where that wouldn't matter, it's certainly this one. Maybe he'll be lucky and she's not paying attention, and he can pretend he never said this, but for now... ]
I'll take the job. But I need two things from you first.