Historically, people with a destiny don't have an easy or peaceful road. [There's hundred of books written about it.] I guess I thought my destiny was fulfilled with my death. Which is, you know, really harsh, but it made sense all put together. [By the end of that path, sacrifice felt like it was the answer to everything he'd been working up to. It felt like it was the only true end for him. And then he woke up here, and life has to go on.]

We're friends. You'll help me and I'll help you. We'll try to keep each other on ... whatever path is ahead of us now.

[He wonders if she thinks about helping others all the time and not herself. Quentin has a suspicion she does. He knows the type. He sort of is the type.]

Together, okay? [He looks over at her, searching for her gaze and the connection there.]