"Just a little bit further."

"You've been saying that every five minutes for three miles."

"Nonsense. Surely it has not been more than two miles."

"It really would've been better if you'd left me behind."

"Napoleon? If I confess something, will you keep walking?"

"Depends what you plan to confess."

"I am no more able to walk without aid than you."

"Wait - you mean we're each other's crutch?"

"Da."

"Illya! Why the hell didn't you tell me how badly you were hurt earlier?"

"What would that have changed?"

"Nothing, I guess. Keep walking, chum."