"No, it's fine, I just... have complicated feelings about Quentin."

Eliot rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and then confessed, "I mean, he's one of my best friends, and I guess I was a little in love with him, too. But he just... left me here. In Fillory. And none of them - and I'm including Margo in this too - seemed to have any kind of appreciation for the sacrifice I made."