To me? I mean, to us? [Oh god do they not want to look to him. It's funny because once upon a time Quentin was super excited about the idea of people looking to him for anything, but he learned the error of that innocent obsession with being important a long time ago. Not that it stops him from liking it, sometimes, but generally, he has no more answers than anyone else. Less of them!]

Of course everyone should have a mind of their own, but how are we supposed to know what we're supposed to be doing for people here if we're not sure why we're here in the first place? [Quentin believes in stories. He believes in mysteries that eventually get unraveled and conclusions, like a book in the library.] We're just people, Mr. Ball, in an extraordinary situation. Even the chosen or whatever need guidance.