[ Geralt is watching her, trying to gauge what conclusions she might be drawing. It's a lot. It isn't a decision to be undertaken lightly. He doesn't like not knowing. Geralt is not a man who excessively prepares, but he does know, usually, what in the hell he's stepping into and how to deal with it. Everything here, since they've been pulled out of that well, has been unchartered territory.

He's growing tired of riding blind. Especially now that Ciri is looking to him for answers. There should be more he can offer her, more he can give—but there isn't. ]

Thorne claims venturing too close to the Singularity will tear them apart. I believe them. [ Their fear had been real; Relena's description of the man bursting when he couldn't contain her connection within himself—that's real, too. ] The first time you enter, you will not have your memories. I'll be with you, but... [ He hesitates, aware of the implications: that he'd also lost himself once, not too long ago. ] I don't suggest lingering.