So what? Because I'm from further along our time, you think the Singularity reached through me to... stuff your heads full of memories you shouldn't have yet?

[ And not even to the point where she is, but only a year or so? Why? It makes no fucking sense and she just wants to fucking scream.

She doesn't. Ciri looks away when Geralt grips her shoulder, fighting back the urge to pull back and shove him off. It isn't his fault either. It isn't even that his theory is unfair.

The worst part about all of this is that he's probably right. ]

...and now what?

Yennefer is without her chaos. Jaskier hasn't been sober since I found him stuck in his own damn shirt that morning. Who knows what the fuck is going on with the Singularity, and desire for violence is brewing on the streets.

[ Ciri scoffs, crossing her arms tightly, shoulders hunched. ]

If it's not one thing, it's always five others.