[ The explanation doesn't sit well with him, and Quentin doesn't do a stellar job of hiding it. He doesn't contest it, though, just frowns as he listens and reminds himself: Dwight is very good at this. Maybe he just needs time to come around. That's it. He just needs time. Whenever he's ready, Quentin will be here. ]

In the Fog, we had friends at the fire. [ That's all he'll point out carefully, hands behind his back. ] That's where the safety came from--the numbers. If there's other people out there...you're finding allies, right? Making friends?