Probably not. He's long accepted very little stops the Singularity. Like trying to stop a storm. It exists as it does; he just doesn't know why their connection in particular is so...unstable.

There's a noncommittal tilt to his mug, which functions as a half-shrug. Does he? Not quite. But he'd rather know what it was she did see than not—if they're looking at You slaughtered multiple men in the streets or That's a fucking happy childhood. The latter, apparently.

He hesitates. "It isn't that. Our world was overrun with monsters once. They created us to kill them. Most don't survive the process."

It almost sounds understandable, put that way. It isn't, really. But it was never as simple as being needlessly cruel, either. Just—what. Circumstances? Men acting out of fear and desperation as they often do? Something like that. Mages brought back batches of boys, but so did other Witchers, even after living through the Trials. It's a complicated thing, when the very existence of your own kind relies on lives stolen from children. An ugly cycle that died in flames by the end, anyhow.