After getting patched up, almost in a literal sense, he is sent to one of the rooms, essentially having a dormitory here too. Unsurprisingly, it isn't only his; he has to share it with three other people, given the number of beds – four.
While understandable and fair, a part of him wanted a room only for himself, a selfish desire to have a bit of privacy, to start to break down and reflect on life without the eyes of other people on him.
He frowns, a bit of his sadness showing on his lips. Not that the other people are a problem or a hindrance, but people do need time for themselves, for hindsight about what happened and to cope.
This is hardly what is going to happen here, given the number of people. From around twenty people, as the priest had said, only around twenty survived, counting Crowe in the count as well. An eighty percent fatality rate.
