[ It's absolutely the important part. Geralt has, in fact, been (mostly) sober. Ciri's been drinking, Jaskier's constantly several bottles in every night, and they can't fucking all be drowning their pain. The Horizon lets him drink without waking up still drunk, though. There's an appeal to that. He'll take it.

He'll also need it to start from the beginning. Julie's supply of liquor is eternally endless and endlessly eternal in this place. He doesn't hesitate to take another long pull from the bottle. ]

Some nights ago, I saw—a vision. Several. Of things which passed back home after I left. [ Or one extended vision. He's not sure. Jaskier called them dreams; he supposes if he didn't know better, he'd have, too. The sound he makes is dry. ] Ciri was always...disappointed I didn't recall much of our time. But I don't imagine she wanted this, either.

[ He'd told her he doesn't regret remembering and he meant it, but he knows it's hard for her. Especially when Jaskier is so clearly affected. Quietly, he's wondered if this is more to do with Ciri herself than the Singularity. She's had visions before. And it would not be the first time the Singularity or some other catalyst has caused Ciri's powers to trigger beyond her control. ]