It's a bit more philosophizing than Geralt ever intended an old apple to beget. In a way, he doesn't particularly mind. A lot's been swirling in his head; a fog he's struggled to dispel. Somehow this conversation has served as a decent enough distraction from that. From the sinking in his stomach that hasn't stopped since he's returned from the Horizon.

Hell, maybe he's the one who owes Estinien a favour, in the end.

"So you are capable of not being entirely fatalistic." The shift of his gaze suggests he's only poking lightly. Feels like it only makes sense that Estinien's close friend is someone as bright as Himeka.

Not that he's one to talk. (He's aware of exactly what the bard would say to that sentiment.) Though he likes to think he's reason to dwell a bit, even if he knows it's about time he finds his footing again.