"Indeed." Thancred reached for one of his remaining potions, glancing quickly over the others to see who was most in need, and moved a little closer to them. "I've well lost my taste for despair by now, and care not to revisit it." Though Minfilia and K'pandolu were dead- he could, at the very least, do what he could to ensure they had not died for nothing.

-Which, in turn, meant he'd best be prepared for whatever came next. The potion wouldn't forestall the inevitable, but as long as he could stay up for long enough…

"We shall, at the very least, make the attempt. This- our companions' efforts- must not be for naught."