[Both of them are suffering, just as they fucking deserve. Lif can't even bring himself to look at Hubert once all is said and done, and the dismount for Lif is...well, a little painful, and he has to use Éljúðnir to support himself as he does.]

Please. I'll be fine to get there on my own; you don't need to focus your efforts on a dead man. Save your concern for the living.

[Lif just kind of shakes his head, really. He doesn't get why Hubert's electing to care so much about him; he's almost nostalgic for the times in the past, when he...]

...I'll make it there fine on my own. You should send a report to Prince Alfonse and the others, like you always do.