[ Geralt absolutely has a habit of speaking as though everyone has the same context he does. Peter fills in the blanks on his own, and Geralt as a result simply nods. That's essentially it. ]

It's how monsters came to exist to ours. [ He says this as though it were not a crisis that struck his world, but a fact of being. He glances over his shoulder. Right. The board Sam insisted upon. Peter may or may not have narrowed down which handwriting belongs to him; it's the only one that looks as though it comes from someone who, well. Fits into this time period. ] You're keeping up fine. And I don't know if anyone of them yet realize the Singularity has the potential to open portals in multitude. Not sure I want them to.

[ Even he isn't sure it's a possibility, but he can't see how it wouldn't be. It's the same concern he held, when he spoke to Strange: how to determine what it is these territories do know, without accidentally granting them any brilliant ideas like, say...the concept of pulling from an endless well of monsters and entities to weaponize them in this brewing war. They're already attempting it with the Summoned, here, but it's clear they're limited by needing the Summoned to, mm. Be willing, he supposes. To a certain degree. Otherwise, why would they have not shown a stronger hand already, coercing them to do what's needed? ]

You said yours blended?