Gabriel: Did you even have a son? Dante: Why does that matter? Gabriel: I guess it doesn't. It was one of the things I liked about you. Dante: That my son was killed? Gabriel: That you had a family. I suppose you'd like me to never trust anyone ever again. Dante: It's a meaningless idea.
Daryl: I hope that hurts. Dante: It doesn't matter. None of this matters, watching our people get incinerated, devoured, you see how ridiculous it is getting attached to ourselves, but knowing that sets you free. Carol: Is that what you're doing, setting us free? Dante: If you learn that lesson, it will only help you. Daryl: You must want us to be like you. Dante: Accept the future. Gabriel: Siddiq depended on you. Why put him through all that hell in the barn, just to kill him months later? I can't see an ideology behind that. Dante: I liked Siddiq. Rosita: No, you liked him. Dante: It wasn't part of the plan. But he found out who I was, so I had no choice. Carol: What plan? Dante: Encourage your paranoia about us, which will push you into bad decisions. Places like this are cruel promises to their people and they crumble at the smallest nick. Hell, I'm going to enjoy watching you tearing each other apart wondering what to do with me, just like with Negan. Gabriel: Is that what you want, a public reckoning, a chance to be heard? Dante: That's what you'll give me. Because it's right. Rosita: We helped you. Dante: And why, because you wanted another doctor around? You got something from me, too. Don't pretend you didn't.