[ That is something of a theme, isn't it? That their memories of home are abrupt, drawing them from an unsteady place. He recalls how it was when he arrived himself: believing Cirilla lost, unsure of Yennefer's fate, having not spoken to Jaskier in months. Cintra, burned to the ground. Then after, with Kaer Morhen broken and bloodstained.

He will not ever find closure for what he left behind on the Continent. He's accepted that. ]

Every town I walked in, every village, I would expect the worst. And sometimes it's what would greet me. [ He leans back in his seat. His gaze is thoughtful. ] You don't ever shake it off. You learn to live alongside it.

[ To let it take up the space it must without consuming every inch of your world. It's the only way to survive the horrors that wait. Because they will always be waiting. ]