[ Mm. That's all it takes. An unruly mob. As Ciri tells it, the same scenario will take him, too, not long into her future. Some human. He supposes it was always going to end that way. Witchers are destined to die by a monster's hand, after all.

He isn't searching for pity, and it's not exactly a confession. He speaks of the incident rarely not because he's hiding it but because there isn't a reason to say it, except when there is. Like now. Steve seems to gather as much, and they move past it without too much bullshit. ]

Some dreams are omens. Others are merely dreams. [ Time will tell which is which. ] Whatever the kingdoms are brewing, I'd prefer not to be caught unawares. If you plan another excursion, I can lend my sword again.

[ Since apparently, they can't go anywhere without something trying to claw at them. ]