[ His lips quirk, though that's the only answer he gives. Thancred is right that the silence will not be filled by Geralt, who treks onward without another word until he's spoken to.

He tips his head in acknowledgment. ] Once or twice. It's part of the Horizon, but beyond that—I can't be sure. All I know is we were trapped at its whims. [ He pauses before admitting, without thinking twice nor quite knowing why, ] It showed me...things. That only I would've known.

[ Which means they're linked to it in the same way they are in the Horizon. Thoughts spilling out into manifestations, made real and whole even when he knows they are not.

He's not looking forward to it happening again.

At the crossroad, he turns right—the direction towards the lit room. As far as he's aware. It's hard to say if the maze hasn't changed shape already. ]