[ There's a pause while Strange mulls this over. Emotions suck. Navigating emotions suck. ]

Gilbert Norrell is a pompous overstuffed toadie, more convinced with proper decorum and respectability than exploring the true potential of English magic. However...

[ And that however lingers there for a bit. There's so much weight behind the however. Strange and Norrell have parted their ways. That doesn't change the fact that a part of him still respects the man, that a part of him wishes things could have gone differently. ]

However, I believe I would be saddened to hear of the man's death. We were friends, once. Petty fights cannot erase that.