Estinien can't claim to be enthusiastic about it himself. Maybe it's because he's been here before that he can tolerate it, working on the inside, at least sort of. He didn't hold to that very well, and by the end of it, he'd mostly taken the Holy See's power and run to do with it what he thought best. Here, though, he isn't as confident in that working.

"'Twill be difficult to avoid," he says. "Though it brings me no joy, either." He's not ignorant to the way the factions see them, especially after having spoken to the head of Solvunn itself. Though it could have been worse, the experience did have a way of crushing his most idealistic hopes. Extremely useful assets, but not ones worth coordinating with, was the impression he got.

It's something he could have easily understood and sympathized with if Solvunn hadn't started bringing in people themselves. As it is, all the factions have made one stance clear, and that's that they don't consider the Summoned's plight worth worrying about.

"...I know your experiences have been different," he finally says, after a moment. "Speaking to Jaskier of your world has been enough to tell me that." And speaking to him of Geralt himself. "But in the realm I came from... I truly have seen things get better. Things I thought beyond repair. Real change that convinced me to hope, despite everything I've seen."

But if there's anything spending more time here has taught him, it's that there's no guarantees that things will be like he's experienced, either. He sighs.

"I've been trying to determine whether this place... is like my home. Or yours. Or perhaps neither."