"Alright, I'll find you. One way or the other."

And Quentin twiddles his fingers in Kuai Liang's general direction as he walks away, still laughing and still just watching the dead world around them without fear.

Does he walk in to the woods? Who knows, because Quentin sure as shit doesn't. He just walks until the urge to laugh fades and the fear and hopelessness settles in to his bones like old friends.