[ His lips press thin. He knows precisely why Dean is asking. A part of him wants to avoid answering; this isn't Dean's problem nor has it become a concern in this world. Not yet. It may never be one. But he's asked Dean to look after Ciri before, and he was the one who told Dean that he was right to trust him with his burdens—the Mark, Lucifer.

After everything, it would be foolish to insist Dean not be involved. ]

His name is Vilgefortz. Ciri tells me he eventually met his end.

[ Amongst other details. His future is no longer an unknown, now that Ciri has finally filled in the years. In any case, he's ready to move past the subject. They've lingered on his troubles long enough. ]

We've more pressing matters, besides. [ He parts of the dense brush that unfurls around them. Vines snake along the ground. ] I'm not sure some fruit will salvage their losses here.