[ It doesn't occur to him he's touched a delicate subject until Nero doesn't answer immediately. Geralt studies the boy. There's something Nero isn't saying about this Urizen. He decides now isn't the time to ask, but he tucks the name away. ]

Humans made some of ours. Mages. [ He doesn't wonder, no. He knows. ] Others fell through during the Conjunction from other realms.

[ Perhaps in their world, they aren't deemed monsters. Perhaps they roamed the land freely as the bears and the wolves do here. Beasts who would not be a danger to anyone if they had not collided with a land occupied by too many humans. What defines a monster so easily shifts with the winds.

For a moment, he adds nothing more. Watches the body of the demon steadily dissolve, the stalking feline lick its paws. He had not come here to slay an imaginary monster. Not exactly. ]

Come by the mountains some time. I'd wager the wolf might like your cat.