[It's okay, he'll not bring up the risks now because it's not a real thing yet. When they get there, he might start to calculate them, but arguably one portal bringing people in wouldn't be any worse than what's happening bringing so many people from different universes. Quentin thinks it's possible. How could it not be? Everything he's experienced in the past few years and coming here has proven to him how endlessly possible things are.]

We have access to new cities now, but there might be more we could get to. And you could pick one that needs a little more help than the others.

[New Amsterdam's already crowded.]

If this is the life I have, I definitely want to see all the options, I think. If there was a PhD on portal studying, I could easily spend five years of my life writing a thesis in my head.

[It's not surprising in some ways all he wants to do is get back to school or back to exploring. There was a time he looked at the world with excited wide eyes, and he still has that quality to him, but death and devastation tainted it.]

I wish I could say this place is better than my home, so I could have a reason to want my friends to be here, but it's not true. As shitty as it can be, it's still a healthier place, with more opportunities for their futures. I died so they could have a better shot. [He sighs and swallows through the grief unasked for coming to his throat.] But it's hard to know I'll never see them again.