[Quentin's heard in a general way about the past here, but you can only read so much and understand it intellectually. It's nothing compared to experience. She's one of the last people who started it out. What does that mean? Her role in this isn't over. She still has a part to play. He doubts that will be anything helpful to hear though. He thought that way about his death, that it was official and he served his purpose. Except here he is, continuing.

He gets what she's saying, for sure, nods and sipping his drink.] It's ... weird to think how easy it could be. To lose people here. [To lose himself. To lose Eliot. It could be as simple as opening his eyes in the morning or never opening them at all. But he also knows he has to keep existing without letting that fear constantly hound him. It's the only way.]

I'm sorry. Some of those people were probably friends. [He can only assume, going through that together. There's a cost.] You did this before on your world. We're doomed to keep at it, I guess. [In a circle.] If you've been here this long, what did you think this all was, if not mixed up with the supernatural or destiny or something that causes a real migraine this way.