[It's an almost instantaneous answer, one that Lif regrets the moment he says it. In a way, it's damning him further; he shouldn't bother with this, nor pursue it. This isn't even the man he once knew; that man has gone back to his home, if Lif's final act was successful before Hel set upon him. That man is by all rights dead.
And yet, as Hubert walks away, Lif watches for a bit none the less. He's so foolish, so nostalgic, and he hates it, he hates it--]
...Tch. You haven't changed a bit, Hubert.
[Lif stumbles away, uncaring if Hubert actually heard him or not, and it takes him a little while to reach the healers--needless to say, the news isn't good. It is recoverable, as all things are with the summoner's assistance, but even with that, he's going to have to sit the next few days out.
It's a pity, really, that Lif's never been inclined to listen. Granted, most of their healers are simply competent at best (given they seem to have abysmal luck at summoning anyone with more than the moral fiber of tissue paper), and Lif has a terrible habit of trying to sneak out of bed to join the fray. Once he was left with some firm words from one of the women in charge; the next, and he's apparently got someone who's going to be watching over him to make sure he doesn't get out now.
Great. At least it can't get much worse than this?]
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[It's an almost instantaneous answer, one that Lif regrets the moment he says it. In a way, it's damning him further; he shouldn't bother with this, nor pursue it. This isn't even the man he once knew; that man has gone back to his home, if Lif's final act was successful before Hel set upon him. That man is by all rights dead.
And yet, as Hubert walks away, Lif watches for a bit none the less. He's so foolish, so nostalgic, and he hates it, he hates it--]
...Tch. You haven't changed a bit, Hubert.
[Lif stumbles away, uncaring if Hubert actually heard him or not, and it takes him a little while to reach the healers--needless to say, the news isn't good. It is recoverable, as all things are with the summoner's assistance, but even with that, he's going to have to sit the next few days out.
It's a pity, really, that Lif's never been inclined to listen. Granted, most of their healers are simply competent at best (given they seem to have abysmal luck at summoning anyone with more than the moral fiber of tissue paper), and Lif has a terrible habit of trying to sneak out of bed to join the fray. Once he was left with some firm words from one of the women in charge; the next, and he's apparently got someone who's going to be watching over him to make sure he doesn't get out now.
Great. At least it can't get much worse than this?]